Day 32: There Wolf. There Castle.

Tuesday, July 23

Tuesday was a very long-seeming day, to say the least. In class we had to read this really, really boring article about economics and investing in Arabic nations, and there was something about sovereign funds in there, but I honestly have no idea. I suspect that even if it had been in English, I would have been just as lost.

When we got home, I was craving ice cream hard-core, and since we needed water anyway, we went to the tiny store next door, and while my roommate was paying for the water, I stood outside next to the ice-cream cart (which is locked and they have to open it for you so those hoodlum children don't snatch ice-cream, because they will). Knowing the price of the ice-cream, I got my money out of my bag, but there was this homeless woman sitting on the ground nearby, and I see her all the time, sleeping under trees, against buildings, on the sidewalks. I had the money in my hand, and I just thought about how much I didn't need ice-cream, and that it might actually make a difference in her life. So I gave it to her instead. She seemed very grateful.

Then some crazy old guy appeared out of nowhere and started berating me. I literally didn't understand a word of it. "Arabic Arabic, Arabic. Arabic arabic arabic. Arabic!"

So I was all just like, "Sorry." And I retrieved my roommate who was finished paying and we left quickly.

Then at dinner, as always, Noura worried about how little I was eating, simply because I didn't want soup AND bread.

Noura: "You haven't touched your bread." 

"There! Now I've touched it."