Odds and Ends

Well, the next 28ish days is Ramadan. Yesterday was the first day. They can't eat or drink from sunrise to sunset. The moment that they are allowed to begin eating in the evening is signalled by what sounded like a cannon shot.

This French computer is throwing me off. I can't spell or type anything correctly anymore. Instead of QWERTY it's AZERTY. Plus, the M is on the right side of the L and I have to hit SHIFT to get the numbers and the period. Stupid. Or should I say stupide.

I miss American food. And whan I say American, I mean the whole collection of international foods that are easily accessed and frequently consumed in the US. That's not to say that I don't like Tunisian food. On the contrary, I thoroughly enjoy the cuisine of Tunisia. It's just that there isn't much variety. AND I'm so sick of bread. Oh, how I wish I had a cheeseburger and onion rings and potato salad and tacos and lasagna and tater-tot casserole and bruschetta and bagels and sloppy joes and deviled eggs and tomato soup and grilled cheese. Even Nidhal says he misses my cooking... I guess he's become more American than he realized.

In other news, EMU continues to push my buttons. Seriously, anyone out there reading this, STAY CLEAR OF EMU. It's not even worth it. Plus, I've seen private universities with cheaper graduate tuition.

When swimming in Hammamet, it was funny to watch Nidhal and his oldest younger brother Ridha. They were constantly chasing and splashing each other and planning attacks to dunk the other one. It was obvious they were brothers. The sibling side of Nidhal is a side that I never got to see until I came to Tunisia. It's so interesting to watch him interact with his siblings.

And now I'm going to play some Scrabble on my iPod. That's the best $4.99 I've ever spent.