Aajej

Aajej = duststorm

Last Saturday, after enjoying a coffee at a nearby hotel, we decided to see the city from the roof (we'd been told it offer the best view of the city). Impeccable timing we have because just as we stepped out, a mighty storm blew in. I was telling a friend that if we'd been back home, I wouldn't said a tornado's coming because the sky was the strangest color. Fortunately there were no tornados, a surprisingly little amount of rain, but my oh the dust!

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Sitting with the carpets

Sitting with the carpets

Somehow, I always end up holding the bags. haha! We went to the "old city" this week, walked through narrow walkways crowded with people, and shopped for a carpet. Let's be honest, Beth did the shopping, and I did the bag-holding, observing, and nodding of approval. But, oh the amount of people watching one can do from within a carpet store. If only there were a way to discreetly photograph it all!

The man across the walkway, tying off the fringe of his carpets.

This one covered alley is full of seemingly small vendors, but they can really pack some stuff into those little rooms!

A Day in the Life

So randomly this morning I decided y'all might want a look at what an average day around here looks like, although for some of you, it may be TMI. ;) The beauty of each day here is that they are never the same, regardless of planning and scheduling every day brings new opportunities and experiences.

Here's a look at a day in my life:

We adopted a kitten a few months ago. Bnaya still doesn't understand a proper morning greeting or that biting my feet while I'm on my way to make coffee is much more dangerous than biting my foot AFTER the coffee. 

Making a decent cup of coffee is quite a process around here, but we're so thankful to have good grains with which to make it! First, we filter the water (it's not really bad, just has a lot of calcium), then we heat the water in an AMAZING electric water heater thingy, and then we let it roast in the French press. In general, it's very delicious and very much worth the effort!

Today, Beth studied with the tutor, so I attempted to review on my own.  I ended up spending most of my time studying the Word instead, but I did take a picture of our lessons!

My desk window offers a very distracting vista. The Med is in the distance.

Hop in a taxi (this was the only one I remembered to take a picture of, but this is our main mode of transport so we do it a lot!)

Met Beth for lunch at one of the nicer restaurants in town.

Appetizer: Bread + dips (diced tomato dip, mayonnaise, harousa) and olives 

Beth's seafood dish and my delicious lasagna!

We ran a few other errands before English Club at our house. I forgot to take pictures  but we had several girls come today and we had lots of fun! We used these conversation questions to get started with the English practicing.

At 5, we walked to our Arabic class. The sun literally set on our way to class-it gets dark so early here!

Arabic class. I snapped a photo while our teacher stepped out for a moment.

Beth's feet are staying warm during Arabic class - it's nearly cooler inside than out! (Don't tell her I posted this! ;)

Leftovers for dinner: Beth's delicious stew!

Beth was getting all creative in the kitchen making Christmas goodies and I decided to come write to all of you.

So this is an idea of a "typical" day. It's just after 9 pm, we've just finished dinner and will probably try to watch a Christmas movie before turning in, but that's the basics. Today was a really good day, nothing crazy happened but we had lots of good conversations with new friends and that's always our favorite!

Good Soil

We were traveling along the northern coastline with Beth's parents, showing off some of the beautiful mountainous scenery in the North and enjoying the surplus of greenery that we don't see much in 'the desert' when I saw one of the most moving sights of my life. The parable of the sower literally jumped off of the page and engraved a powerful image in my mind.

Our compact, rental car had just wound it's way past a group of people harvesting olives on the hillside when we reached something of a high road, with slight valleys to either side. The greenery was intermittently interrupted by patches of freshly turned dirt and someone had just commented on how many fields were filled with bright white rocks. To the right stood two men walking side by side down the middle of a fresh field. Across their right shoulders and hanging low on their left side rode a large sling filled with seeds. As they walked downhill they each would literally sling the seeds from left to right, across the area. We whizzed by before anyone thought to stop and take a picture, but in my mind some of those seeds fell on the path, some on rocky soil, some among weeds and thorns, and some on good soil. And hopefully, some were caught in the wind and produced a harvest in fertile soil that the farmers would never step foot on.

I suppose the picture froze in my mind that day because I felt like I was seeing the culture in which a beloved parable of mine had been told in - among people who planted in a much similar fashion. It made perfect sense to the original audience why some seed feel on the path, or rocky soil, or among weeds - that's what happens when you're all but scattering/throwing seeds everywhere. In my western mind, I'm afraid some of the poignancy of the story has been lost because my only context for farming or planting consisted of small patio planters or, at best, a small backyard garden - the kind where you map your garden before planting and everything is in a nice, neat little row. I've never planted seeds on a path, among rocks, or in a thorn bush. But now when I hear this parable, I'll no longer be thinking of the WWII victory gardens in "suburbia" but rather two North Africans walking alongside each other throwing seeds across a field as if it were an art form. And the visual of not just one sower but two, working toward a common goal, spreading seeds, and sharing the labor will be forever etched on my heart.

A few bends down the road later, we managed to get this picture of a man sowing seeds before hopping back on his tractor. The image is completely different but at least this gives you an idea of the setting.