So here I am. Not quite at the final destination, but on the ground in Iraq. There's wifi here, to my surprise, and it sounds like construction and helicopters. It's so dusty everywhere that I'm already feeling it accumulate on my fingers as I type. Yuck. And I can smell it here as well, I just realized. Something I'm sure I'll get used to...
And all is well. Flying in over the sun-bleached khaki landscape, scrub and dunes feathering out into dry river beds. Not much in the way of the living. As we approached Baghdad I saw the first patches of green. Long skinny farms stretching down to the Tigris. It reminded me, in a funny way, of the way farms were zoned in Quebec (seigneuries), so that every tenant/landowner had some access to water. Pretty smart idea.
First things first. After deplaning and checking in, we headed straight for the cafeteria. They were serving, among a myriad of other things, lobster. Oh yes. But only on Sundays, I'm told.
Outside it's hot, but not broiling. Nothing like the hair-dryer-in-your-face feeling of stepping of the plane in Khartoum. Well, at least not yet. I hear that the real heat starts next month. I'm able to sit here in the shade quite comfortably (if only this durn laptop wasn't so hot on my lap, it would be even pleasant).
With this my move is nearly complete. Hoping to be settled into the new home some time later tonight. More then!
And all is well. Flying in over the sun-bleached khaki landscape, scrub and dunes feathering out into dry river beds. Not much in the way of the living. As we approached Baghdad I saw the first patches of green. Long skinny farms stretching down to the Tigris. It reminded me, in a funny way, of the way farms were zoned in Quebec (seigneuries), so that every tenant/landowner had some access to water. Pretty smart idea.
First things first. After deplaning and checking in, we headed straight for the cafeteria. They were serving, among a myriad of other things, lobster. Oh yes. But only on Sundays, I'm told.
Outside it's hot, but not broiling. Nothing like the hair-dryer-in-your-face feeling of stepping of the plane in Khartoum. Well, at least not yet. I hear that the real heat starts next month. I'm able to sit here in the shade quite comfortably (if only this durn laptop wasn't so hot on my lap, it would be even pleasant).
With this my move is nearly complete. Hoping to be settled into the new home some time later tonight. More then!
3 comments:
So glad you're writing. It's like being with you. Sorta. And you don't feel that far away.
love,
S.
So happy to see you writing again! We've been thinking about you (and will continue to) all this weekend. Fun to hear about the lobster AND the chance encounter on the plane - those are the best. Courthouse isn't the same without you, but we'll keep it "warm" till you come visit again.
xoxoxo
Hey! Thanks guys! I'm not the same without Courthouse either, as it turns out. Will try to keep up with some of the stories....
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