Another Day...

She walked down the street completely covered to her eyes, her black sheet of an abaya enveloping her into an almost unbearably hot sweat. It was 47 degrees Celsius, the wind blowing sand in her face and every which way. She hoped the traffic wouldn’t hit her in the dark as she crossed the street, but she didn’t look anything greater than a shadow of the night anyway so quite frankly she wouldn’t blame them if they did.

Thoughts of going to Chicago lulled her back into dream mode. The good shopping deals of the Magnificent Mile. Pizza, chicken wings, mozza sticks or a good ol American style burger. Live American symphony music in the park. Taking a walk down by the water and watching ships pass by that look like the Black Pearl. The coffee was good too, although it’s a bit of an overstatement when there’s a gigantic bean in the middle of the city that reflects the buildings around. It’s nice, don’t get me wrong. But I’m sorry, why?

And Ferari World in Abu Dhabi. Although tacky, it was all the more fun going on the fastest rollercoaster in the world, at 180 miles per hour. One of her good friends Scott sat in the kiddie sized Ferrari with her. It was so not over-rated if you ask me.

Now back in Washington, although Mr. Obama wasn’t in, she still sent her regards to Barack and Michelle from the gates. The Korean war, Martin Luther King Junior, and Lincoln memorials to name a few, fascinating her. It was so nice to be there and see it for herself, the sun shining, not a cloud nor plane in the sky. (Forgive the dark humor)

This month was all about the United States together with the Middle East, no irony intended. However, it was time now for a vacation. But where are we off to next? A hint would be to where men wear skirts. A land where they are after your lucky charms, or have crooked teeth and eat fish and chips while drinking tea in a frenzy. Any ideas come to mind?