1.) I'm beginning to think that maybe in the Arab world a girl sitting alone on a bench is the equivalence of a shimmy in a halter top and go-go boots, and possibly a "Hello there, sailor." Because yesterday afternoon I was sitting on a bench overlooking the water, reading a book and enjoying the solitude and two guys came up within 20 minutes of each other and started chatting, and then asking if I would like to go for coffee, and then inviting me over for couscous later on, and asking if I was married. One even asked if I would consider marrying an Arab.
2.) I went to a concert last night with Walli, who teaches math here at the American school. She's 70 and she has traveled all over the world. I want to be her when I grow up. It was up at Sidi Bou Said in this glorious old mansion that has been converted into a museum and music venue. I'm determined to go back so I can take pictures because it was unbelievable inside. We had no idea what type of music we were going to be hearing but were pleasantly suprised to hear these guys who sing traditional Occitan songs. What, you don't know what Occitan is? Neither did I. And I didn't actually find out until I got home and looked it up because all the chitchat in between songs was in French. They must have been hilarious because they had the crowd rolling. And at one point I made out that they were talking about the Dalai Lama and then everyone broke out into sincere and earnest clapping.
3.) I have given up on doing my hair. It is so humid here (well, certainly more so than back home) that my hair refuses to stay straightened. It just isn't worth the effort. So it's usually back in a ponytail or I throw in some defrizzer serum to dry naturally and let the tumbleweed take over. Speaking of humidity, it is so humid in the embassy gym that I think my eyeballs were sweating this morning.