Je bekijkt de reis...
4 juni 2015
The summertime has turned the big park in Erbil into the place to be. Under the cool shade of the trees families are picnicking, women are strolling, men are smoking, kids run between them and some crazy foreigners are playing rugby…. Of course there are also the weddings. At least three seem to be ongoing on whichever evening you enter the park. I say “seem to be” because seeing a women in a huge white dress and a man in a suite posing happily for a camera does not mean they are actually getting married today. They might just be taking the mandatory in style pre-wedding pictures which will be displayed during the actual marriage, several days or weeks later. Though this tradition is strange to me, I find it nice that this means she gets to wear that dress at least more than once.
A few weeks ago, we attended the wedding of a colleague. Like in Lebanon this was an event which requires a dress, heels, make-up and no aversion to dancing. The first three I managed (low heels, but still...) but then the dancing…. My colleague insisted we join the group dance, and apparently it is also very much appreciated by the happy couple, regardless of how inelegant you move. In this traditional dance all the guest make a line, hold hands and take the same steps at the same time. It looks very simple. However, when you have to focus on not stepping on your dress, or on your own toes or – even worse – on the toes of the person next to you, while smiling in the camera which is bound to pass you at exactly that moment, it becomes quite a challenge. In any case, we managed. Good thing the long dress hid my feet so my wrong steps were only noticed (and felt) by my unfortunate neighbor.
The summer means also the renewed use of the air-conditioner in car, office and house. During almost every meeting I curse myself for again not bringing a vest or scarf with me. Yes, it was 30 degrees or more when I left the house this morning, but I should have known that the 2-hour meeting today will be held under an AC set on “Dutch Summer” (16 degrees and a chance of rain). Afterwards, I welcome the hairdryer in my face when I step outside. Only for a few seconds of course. After that I go back to complaining about the heat. Lately, however, I try to keep the complaints to a minimum among my local friends or integrated expats, because any grumble is inevitably met with a: “this is nothing, it will get soooo much hotter in July”. Thanks. That makes me feel so much better. I never thought I would say this but I miss the Dutch summer…. a leaking AC is really not the same….
4 juni 2015 17:42 | Door: maartje
succes met de hitte, de vliegen en het werk! en ik zal niet zeuren als het hier warm is want dat is vast niks vergeleken met de hitte bij jou! groetjes Maartje
4 juni 2015 21:14 | Door: Juul
Wij beleven hier morgen één dag met meer dan 30 graden!
Maar wel meteen 's avonds onweer en zaterdag weer 19 a 20 graden... ik wil niet echt met je ruilen,
maar kunnen we het verschil niet delen ;) ? Kus!
4 juni 2015 23:32 | Door: Berthe
mmmmm Marlies, die hitte.... en dan wordt het nog erger in juli.... ja dan is de zomer in Nederland, ook al wordt het morgen meer dan 30 graden, toch maar een slap gedoe vergeleken bij "jouw zomers".
Sterkte, er is een voordeel dat je haar inderdaad na het wassen zoooo droog is.
Liefs en groeten van Berthe