Mosques

Mosques seem to be around every corner of the city of Riyadh. Not surprising at all. For the most part, the mosques in Riyadh seem to be rather plain, without a lot of adornment. I find them functional and beautiful. Exotic to my eyes because I've never really seen mosques (with the exception of the mosque in Jerusalem). Anyhow, I thought you might appreciate seeing some different mosques I've snapped pictures driving around the city.

Guest Post

I'm guest posting over at Modern Molly Mormon about living with lupus. This is an LDS site and I discuss the lessons I've learned from a religious perspective. Please take a look!

http://modernmollymormon.com/lessons-from-lupus/

Bogged Down: A Desert Adventure

Introduction: Inviting Ourselves Along and Scenery Surprises
Yesterday as we were about to leave to take my son to a school rehearsal, our neighbor popped over for a bit of a chat, where he told us he was headed to the desert in the afternoon with two other families. My husband has been dying to visit the desert, but we haven't yet, so he asked if we could join the expedition. Our neighbor agreed and we planned to get back to the compound by 12 noon.

We packed some food, a lot of water, sunscreen, hats, and long-sleeved shirts and pants for the evening. And we headed out of Riyadh in a caravan of 4 cars. As we drove along, I was surprised by the scenery, with striking peaks that reminded me of the McCullough peaks I used to see near my childhood home. The day was hot and hazy, making the peaks appear almost ghostly.

Part 1: Desert Introduction
After driving for over an hour, we pulled off the main highway and finally found some dunes that weren't crowded with cars or people. The kids jumped out of the car and immediately attacked the dunes, while the mums stood around, abayas whipping about our ankles, and trying to digest the heat. The men got out of the cars and began to deflate the tires a bit, to allow for a greater area for traction. Once they completed that task, we piled back in our cars and set off into the desert and dunes.

I never imagined driving over sand dunes would be so thrilling, but it was. We went up and down the red-colored dunes rapidly. The kids hollered and laughed like they were riding a roller-coaster. My husband totally enjoyed the experience, grinning ear from ear while he drove.

Soon we came to a really great clearing with wonderful dunes surrounding us. We stopped and set up a campsite with umbrellas for shade, a mat to sit on, and lots of chairs. We shed our abayas since we were far away from the road and wouldn't be offending Saudi sensibility. The men got back in the cars to enjoy some more thrills while the children ran up and down the dunes, sliding down the sand, writing in the sand, and digging in the sand. I sat down for a nice chat with the other women. I didn't know all of the women, so I set up about learning more about the other families.

The dunes were magnificent in their harsh beauty. While we were a noisy bunch, the only other sounds came from the wind blowing across the sand. The heat was intense but bearable under the shade and refreshing drinks.

Part 2: Bogged Down and Heat Complications
After a while one of the cars came back and told me that our car was stuck and that the guys were working to pull it down from the dune. I didn't know much about what was going on, only that while trying to go up a particularly steep dune, the car had stopped. (We drive a 4WD Nissan Pathfinder.) There wasn't much I could do and since the men were experienced, I didn't worry too much. Later, the car wouldn't start so the guys decided they needed to try and tow the car to the road, where we would then leave the car until we could get a tow truck out to pick it up, with the other three cars carrying extra passengers back to Riyadh.

We women continued to chat while the children played. Then the wind picked up and blew away our umbrellas. We couldn't properly secure the umbrellas and so built a little wind shelter with a tarp. That was when I started to feel really bad. I began to feel faint and could barely keep my head up. My stomach started rebel and I felt like vomiting. I tried to rest but felt terrible. Fortunately, we had plenty of water and gatorade, so I managed to stay hydrated. I ended up laying down for awhile.

Some of the cars came back and we changed our location, with one car serving as a windbreak. I kept drinking water and gatorade while resting. The kids were amazing, playing with one another and enjoying the sand.

We women focused on keeping the kids protected from the sun and hydrated. I tried to rest so I didn't get worse. And the men worked on pulling the car out of the dunes. The sun started to set and the temperatures started to cool. As the temp went down, I started to feel better. 

We had planned on a barbecue but felt that we had best return to Riyadh. Eventually, they got the car pulled out to the road. We packed the broken car  with non-essential items, loaded up the cars with our family and then returned to Riyadh.
When we returned home, DH worked on finding a tow truck while I de-sanded the kids and got them to bed.

Part 3: Recovery and Hospitality

The security guys at our compound helped us find a tow truck willing to go out of Riyadh to retrieve our car. DH and our neighbor made sure they had the right coordinates and map to find the car. He called a co-worker from Saudi Arabia who is really fluent in English to help translate for the driver. 

But it wasn't so easy to find the car. DH said between the language problems and the dark, it took them a long time. Finally, the driver said he was almost out of gas. About that point, they came across a camp of Saudi men--a family reunion of sorts. DH went and talked to them and discovered that several of the young men spoke English very well. Not only did they speak English well, but they were incredibly eager to help my husband find our car. They took him around in their car and drove around until they found it. Once they recovered the vehicle, the Saudis insisted on taking lots of pictures with my husband. Such amazing hospitality. DH was so grateful to these young men who were kind and very helpful. Without their help, they wouldn't have recovered the car that night. 

Our car is waiting to go the shop. I'm hoping it will only need minor repairs.

Part 4: The moral of the story

Be prepared! We traveled with experienced people who were well-prepared. When we broke down, thanks to our traveling companions, we had the resources to extricate ourselves from a tough situation. I didn't feel scared or stressed because I knew we were prepared. We had enough water and food that we knew all would be taken care of. And next time, I'm bringing a tent, just in case the wind decides to kick up and blow away our umbrellas. 

And yes, we are planning to return. The desert is so beautiful and my kids can't get enough of the sand.

This is cool!

http://blueabaya.blogspot.com/2012/05/saudi-women-on-top-of-world.html

Time to stop isolating myself. . .

I have been blessed/cursed with the ability to enjoy the company of myself. When I was a kid, I would invite friends over and then get tired of playing and just go off by myself. When my sisters and I played our epic wagon train game where we pretended to cross the plains like pioneers, I would get bored with the game about half-way through and dramatically engineer my own tragic death, thus ensuring a smooth exit from the game. Then I would lock myself in my room and read or do a project I was thinking about.

It really is a blessing to be able to keep myself entertained and happy without needing people all the time. But it is also a curse. I've been kind of isolating myself in my villa--not from fear of going out or shyness. I like people and I like exploring. I also happen to enjoy quiet time and working on my favorite projects like scrapbooking.

So I think I'm going to make a list of things I want to do and see and start tackling it.

If you lived in a foreign country, would you explore all the time, stay at home, do both and why?

Cooking in KSA

A reader recently asked:

• I am curious, what is like cooking in a foreign country? Can you find the ingredients you are used to using? Do you make many local dishes? How do your kids handle the Saudi cuisine when you do eat it?

  I'm so glad you asked this question. I really enjoy cooking. And I think that one way to learn about a country is by eating local food and enjoying the food traditions and customs. When we lived in Sweden, I wrote a paper about the food traditions there for one of my Swedish classes. My professor didn't even know some of the stuff I had learned about Sweden's unique food traditions.

  So I am incredibly interested in food traditions and cultures wherever I go. I'm also lucky that I have a pretty strong stomach. I enjoy eating the food very much in the Kingdom. Going to the grocery store is always an adventure. A visit to the bakery and cheese counter always fascinates me. My kids love watching the puffy rounds of arabic bread rotate on the conveyor belt and then bagged, hot and fresh for shoppers. For about 25 cents, I can take home 6 rounds of Arabic bread. We love it with hummus. 

  I have learned from previous experience how to make most of the foods I love from scratch. I make my own bread, cakes, cookies, tortillas, soups, etc. I have also learned how to cook well without recipes. This skill has been a life-saver. I grew up using canned cream of mushroom/chicken/celery soups in certain dishes I made. I couldn't find those soups in Sweden, so I learned how to make my own sauces and now I can't ever go back to condensed cream of crap. In Sweden, I learned to make most of my favorite treats like lussekatter, meatballs, semlor, Swedish oven pancakes, etc. So I can enjoy those foods wherever I may be.

  Here in Saudi Arabia, a lot of food is imported from Europe and the U.S. I was so surprised to find so many American products lining the shelves at the grocery stores. However, since we lived  in Sweden for such a long time, we don't really have a dependence on a lot of American products. My kids never developed a taste for many quintessential American products like cereal, granola bars, Kraft mac and cheese, peanut butter, American cheese/velveeta, etc. However, we have developed tastes for European products like this amazing cherry juice from Austria, special granola bars from France, and cereals from the UK which have dark chocolate shavings. We are really going to suffer going back to the U.S.

  I do most of my grocery shopping on the perimeters though, focusing on the available produce and meats. I don't really shop from a list for my produce, preferring to buy what looks and smells fresh. I buy fresh chicken, frozen fish, and some beef. Pork products are forbidden in the kingdom--which makes me sad because I love pork chops, bacon, ham, pork roasts, etc. I buy ground beef only rarely because it has a funny smell that I don't like. We eat meat sparingly, incorporating a little bit into our meals. I make a lot of salads, both fruit and vegetables, dressed simply. With fruit salad, I like to drizzle some orange juice and a little sugar on the fruit. I make a simple dressing for salad out of fresh squeezed lemon juice, olive oil, and salt and pepper. 

  I used to buy frozen veggies in the U.S. for vegetable side dishes. However, the quality of frozen vegetables in KSA is really poor, so I simply do not buy frozen vegetables--with the exception of spinach. I can't always find fresh spinach and the frozen spinach is actually pretty decent. 

   

  (This is a camel burger. I didn't take the picture, but I have had a camel burger, which was very tasty.)

  My children are pretty adaptable eaters. They are used to my home-cooked meals and eat pretty willingly. They are willing, for the most part, to try different foods. Some of the Saudi Arabia cuisine we eat suits them perfectly. We haven't eaten a lot of authentic Saudi Arabian cuisine because it isn't served in very many places. There are a few places that we go. One restaurant is supposed to really do authentic Saudi food really well, but we haven't gone yet. I promise a post on that place because it is supposed to be really great. I haven't made many local dishes because I don't know how to prepare them. I really need to pick up a cookbook so I can start!

  I will write about the restaurants in the area later because they deserve their own post. I'm also compiling pictures of different fast food places I see in the Kingdom.

  Any more questions about food?

  
  

Colonialism and World History

(Please don't run away from this post. It may not be terribly exciting but it does speak about things I'm learning.)

Sorry, I've been absent of late. I haven't had good blog fodder and my brain is kind of dull right now. I'm working on it. But the writing is slow and tedious right now.

I went to a lecture last night that blew my mind away. But first a little background. I used to look at history as compartmentalized. You study state history, then U.S. history, then dabble a bit in World history and that's that. I've always enjoyed history as it fascinates me, but have really only looked at it in pieces. But the more I learn about world history and the more I travel, I realize that looking at history in a compartmentalized fashion is incredibly blind and yes, stupid. Yes, it is good to learn about details, but looking at the big picture allows you to make connections about things that you would never understand if you only looked at the details.

I also like to look at history through the lens of literature. Authors write within context and especially when they write about their contemporary life, you get a glimpse into the reality of daily life. My last year at university, I took a Post-Colonial literature class that pretty much changed the way I looked at the world. I read books about Africa, India, even the U.S., through the lens of Post-colonial criticism and suddenly my perspective as a middle-class girl, growing up in a small town in Wyoming, seemed incredibly narrow.

Fast forward to yesterday (after 10+ years of travel and different countries) and I can see greater implications of the imperialistic policies of France and England. And I'm going to bold in saying that Colonialism--that stuff that happened between 1700 and 1918--with both France and England has created the situation of violence, volatile and unstable governments, and even Islamic fundamentalism in the Middle East. Yep, that's right, I'm blaming the western world for what is happening in the Middle East right now. A lot of people often blame the U.S. for what is going on right now. And certainly they should shoulder a portion of the blame. But you need to look back further and look at the colonialism of England and France, and then the fallout and re-creation of boundaries following World War I. A big fat mess. A mess that no one wants to own, but is pretty much destroying a lot of lives in this part of the world.

What do you think about the colonialism of Europe? What do you think about what happened in the Middle East following World War I? Do you have answers for the challenges faced by the Arab countries in the Middle East?