Leaving Muscat:












Before school began, we tried to prep Ethan for how to behave at school. We told them there would be lots of kids to play with. He said, "But I won't play with them. I will push them." We told them there would be lots of toys. "But I will knock them over."
We ate well today! First, there was a fancy fruit tray with Asian pears, oranges, apples, and grap
es. A pan filled with warm water was passed around so we could wash our hands before eating. About an hour later, the house maids lay down a large straw mat and a long plastic sheet in preparation for the main meal. A whole lamb had been roasted on coals under the ground (wrapped in banana leaves and foil) for 3-4 days in preparation for the Eid meal. Huge platters of rice, lamb, salad (lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers), chicken tikka, a meat-cooked-with-wheat dish, dates, and fruit. We all ate sitting on the floor, some using spoons to eat and others just using their hands (their right hand, to be more specific!). Drinks consisted of water and a fruit-flavored soda (Vimto). Later on we ate Lebanese goodies (baklava!), cookies and toffees.
After the meal, Ali’s sister passed out 1-rial bills (about $2.50) to each of the children (children traditionally receive money on Eid). Ethan was excited to show me his "money" that he would “pay” with.
A woman about my age named Ayat offered to decorate my hands with Henna. It took 10-15 minutes for her to design the back of one hand with henna paste, and then another hour or two for the paste to dry enough to be removed. With my henna I felt like I was really one of the girls! One of the women showed me the henna stains on her 4-month-old girl’s hands, and explained to me that the old way of doing henna was to put the paste in the palm of the hand, fold the thumb in, and then the fingers.
As we drove home that evening, David and I shared our individual accounts of the day. We remembered sitting in our Arab and Family Culture class in Jerusalem 9 years ago, learning for the first time about the separate living rooms for men and women in Muslim households. That concept seemed so foreign at the time, and yet today’s experience reminded me of family parties with the Porcaros, where the women gather upstairs to chat, the men migrate downstairs to watch movies, and the kids run all around and in between.


s up to a large room on the third level, and the stain-glass dome.