Monday, July 15, 2013

July 16

We have really become like Omani girls. A few days ago, we couldn't seem to figure out our oven, so we cooked a belated birthday cake for a friend in a frying pan. It wasn't bad....though the name "scrambled cake" did not do it justice. At night, often because the female Omani students are locked in the apartment building from the time they leave school until the next morning, they let out their energy by running down the halls and screaming loudly. After making the cake, my friends and I did a similar thing, though with the intention of sharing the cake.

(Here is a picture from this past weekend of the biggest dam in the gulf)

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