I have noticed that different countries and different cultures are not so different. I was waiting the other day for my driver, so I was standing out in front my apartment. I noticed that a Libyan neighbor down the street has a couple of boys living there. The younger brother evidently said that he was going to ride in the front seat with his Dad. The other brother ran out of the house sooner and got in the front seat instead. You should have heard the little brother yell and scream and kick the car door. My Arabic is not too good yet, but I got the distinct feeling that he was telling his big brother off and saying it was not fair that he has to ride in the back when he called for the "co-pilot" seat earlier. Dad tried to calm him down, but he was not a happy camper to have to sit in the back seat. Hmmmm......reminds me when I had to sit in the back seat of our family car.......just teasing Craig.
My highlight of the weekend was when I went to the "WaterWorld" restaurant and saw three non-Libyan guests at one of the tables. When I heard English come out of all three guys, I thought I might have found some new friends. After awhile, I heard a strange sound in the way they were speaking.....every so often I would here, "eh". Sure enough, they were Canadians. Oh, well, that is pretty close to being an American.
They are working on some oil rig project in Libya. So I might meet up with them in the near future.
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