<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:35:48.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudi Arabia March 2007</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will be used to share my Saudi Arabia trip with my colleagues, students, family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-1922105231037808964</id><published>2007-04-11T04:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:32:59.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Depart &amp; Arrive</title><content type='html'>A young woman who accompanied our group in Jeddah wrote this poem and read it aloud at a luncheon before we left Jeddah.  It is beautiful and she shared it with us via email when we left.     I will always remember those who I was privileged to meet and talk with on this trip.  After all the incredible sights and sounds have faded, the conversations will remain- and they have changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some people depart from our lives&lt;br /&gt; Others arrive&lt;br /&gt; So, you must be strong&lt;br /&gt; To accept the new&lt;br /&gt; And learn more on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your memories will guide you through&lt;br /&gt; For, it is through who you were&lt;br /&gt; And the life you lived before&lt;br /&gt; That .. will give you hints&lt;br /&gt; On where you'll go&lt;br /&gt; And how you'll get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don't be scared&lt;br /&gt; You will always find a reminder along the way&lt;br /&gt; In everything you do&lt;br /&gt; In every way you choose to go&lt;br /&gt; With any one .. your fate takes you to&lt;br /&gt; You will always remember those who departed&lt;br /&gt; Yet still.. smile with the ones who just arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So smile and be compassionate&lt;br /&gt; Every moment is an adventure&lt;br /&gt; You will never know who will leave&lt;br /&gt; And who will remain within your reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So celebrate those you have around&lt;br /&gt; Be gentle and nice&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow their smiles mixed with yours&lt;br /&gt; Will form the memories&lt;br /&gt; That will lighten up your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; By: Haneen Mohammad Shoaib&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-1922105231037808964?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1922105231037808964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=1922105231037808964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1922105231037808964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1922105231037808964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-depart-arrive.html' title='To Depart &amp; Arrive'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-1453953234197640042</id><published>2007-04-10T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:04:43.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>In case you are confused- I just added two blog entries. One called Easter Sunday.  And the other called Camels, Deserts, and Airplanes (Monday's events)&lt;br /&gt;And so... now I am home.  And happy to be here.  It will take me a long time to process all that I have learned.  I may add more to the blog as I do so.  Check in once in awhile .  Thanks for reading along.&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-1453953234197640042?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1453953234197640042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=1453953234197640042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1453953234197640042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1453953234197640042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3847255067259123620</id><published>2007-04-10T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:34:31.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels, Deserts, and Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwxc83VmWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FEg560rmfFc/s1600-h/SNC11745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwxc83VmWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FEg560rmfFc/s200/SNC11745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051967255447181666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t sleep well last night and morning came very quickly.  We boarded the bus at 8:30 with our entire luggage.  Then we rode out to the desert.  It took about an hour.  On the way we passed all sorts of interesting sites including small fun fairs – with Ferris wheels, merry go rounds, etc.  And Bedouin camps complete with 4 wheelers in the front yard of the tents.  Camels wandered around everywhere – seemingly without guidance or limitations.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in a sem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwxyc3VmXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WUCI83SIUcA/s1600-h/SNC11807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwxyc3VmXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WUCI83SIUcA/s200/SNC11807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051967624814369138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i-national park that is also used for research and rode to a site with permanent tents.  The workers had set up a big tent with pillows under it.  We sat and had tea and dates, as is our custom before any meal.  It was HOT – but windy too so it was tolerable.  Then the fun began.  First I got to ride a camel.  Two camels came and we all took turns going for rides.  My camel was quite feisty and wanted to eat the plants (probably had water in them).  I held on and never stopped smiling.  We went for a long walk around the desert floor and then came back.  The handler had the camel kneel and I jumped down.  All in all, an amazing experience.  Then a falcon trainer came and I got to hold the falcon.  What a beautiful bird.   We all walked around t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhww983VmVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PAtAoKGnORU/s1600-h/SNC11815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhww983VmVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PAtAoKGnORU/s200/SNC11815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051966722871236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he dessert looking at animals and plants for a while.  The waiters in uniform ran along beside us serving us tea and dates.  One surprise- when I went to the washroom (expecting to find a big rock to hide behind), I found a beautiful bathroom carved into the side of the hill complete with pedestal sinks and beautiful tiles.  The sinks outside the washroom were also embedded in the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, they called us to lunch.  We entered a permanent tent – complete wi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwzHs3VmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6cb5jEhpcX0/s1600-h/SNC11824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwzHs3VmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6cb5jEhpcX0/s200/SNC11824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051969089398217106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th air-conditioning and carpets.  And then we saw that we had the most amazing lunch prepared for us.  Here we are in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwydc3VmYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CFZUZUjy9Cs/s1600-h/SNC11821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwydc3VmYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CFZUZUjy9Cs/s200/SNC11821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051968363548744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the desert – it is very hot – and we have ice sculptures above the food!  Fresh flowers on the tables.  And food a mile long.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;When we finished Aramco gave us all leather briefcases – with books inside.  More weight!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went straight to the airport in Riyadh.  Threw on our abayas to cover the smell of camel- and left Riyadh in a violent sand storm.  About an hour later we landed in Damman – where we returned to the Aramco Compound hotel.  I tried to repack my bags – and finally decided to pay the overage.  I just have too much stuff.  The Saudis gave us so much and I bought many things.  I don’t want to throw it all away.  So I will pay the overage and forget it.  Everyone is in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my way home now – and I am ready.  I will pause and reflect on this trip many times over the next few months.  And when I do, I will remember the friends that I made, the fascinating people that I met, the wonderful hospitality that Saudi Aramco showed us, and the amazing land that is Saudi Arabia.  I was blessed to be invited to participate on this trip.  And now I need to pay it back- by sharing with others what I learned.  Hope you stick around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3847255067259123620?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3847255067259123620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=3847255067259123620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3847255067259123620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3847255067259123620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/camels-deserts-and-airplanes.html' title='Camels, Deserts, and Airplanes'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwxc83VmWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FEg560rmfFc/s72-c/SNC11745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-411059480298641464</id><published>2007-04-10T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:39:10.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>It is now Monday morning and Sunday’s blog was never done. Easter occurred only in our heads and hearts – we had two bags of jelly beans and a few choruses of Easter songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwrzM3VmQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kUIOD6dc16M/s1600-h/SNC11589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwrzM3VmQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kUIOD6dc16M/s200/SNC11589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051961040629504258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning we went to the ash-Shoura Council.  This council is the consultative body that advises the king.  First we had a lengthy forum with the Education Subcommittee that was very interesting.  There were many items to discuss and the differences between our two systems were quite apparent.  The members of the education subcommittee come from all over Saudi Arabia.  There were no women members – but the women were consulted on “women’s issues”.  After this session ended, we went to the morning session of the Ash-Shoura Council – the larger body.  They had an agenda that included driving issues as well as some issues of inheritance.  We sat in the upper balconies and listened through a translation machine.  Again, this body was only men. They had lively disagreements on issues but it is interesting when there is no real resolution to anything – again they are a consultative body not a legislative body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours in the government house, we went back to the hotel.  Several of us really needed to do some shopping but the stores in the attached mall close from 12-4 and so it is difficult. (we are not allowed to leave the building).  The women in  our group had arranged a luncheon with one of the teachers from the school we visited the day before.  She came with a friend.  She was very happy to be visiting with us - she grew up in the United States until she graduated from high school. Despite a very good life here, she is still very fond of the States.  She has two young children and a husband who is a CEO.&lt;br /&gt;She is building a house with an indoor pool (so she can wear her bikini and swim).  We were very pleased to have her join us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwsVc3VmRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AZOdFVBk13w/s1600-h/SNC11691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwsVc3VmRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AZOdFVBk13w/s200/SNC11691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051961629040023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we had a bus shopping trip.  Some members needed luggage badly.  So we all climb in the bus and ride to a luggage store and a few minutes later we all emerge with three more suitcases.  Then we went to an abaya shop for a few last minute purchases.&lt;br /&gt;When that was over we were taken to the Historical Center- the national museum.  We were given a guided tour that lasted a long time.  It was fascinating to see the history of Islam and Saudi Arabia in a museum.  There is more than one way to understand many things.  After that tour, we were taken on a tour of the ori&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwsx83VmSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yZ3Jfi7bJmA/s1600-h/SNC11721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwsx83VmSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yZ3Jfi7bJmA/s200/SNC11721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051962118666295586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ginal palace of King Abd Al-Aziz, the founding father of Saudi Arabia.  We then proceeded into their courtyard where we had a presentation on the new “National Dialogue”.  The current king has begun this program in the interest of fostering national conversations on important issues.  People around the nation are taught about proper dialogue procedures (public speaking) and then there are discussions in various places around the country.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner followed this meeting (it began at 10 p.m.).  It was another delicious meal- with lobster and lamb as the main courses.  We returned to the hotel at midnight and THEN I had the opportunity to meet Moh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwt6M3VmTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ub5418wpmDk/s1600-h/SNC11742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rhwt6M3VmTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ub5418wpmDk/s200/SNC11742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051963359911844146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amad Talbah, the young man who I have communicating with for several months.  He currently lives in Riyadh but lived in Chicago until December.  He has not been given a visa to return to the US after returning here to see family.  So now his family will be moving back to Saudi Arabia permanently.  He is interviewing for positions in Computer Science.  He brought his niece and we sat in the lobby and talked until 1 a.m.  It was wonderful and I really enjoyed meeting my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I then came back upstairs to pack.  Everything has to be in the lobby at 8:30 this a.m.  We are taking a trip to the desert for a picnic.  It has been suggested that we may ride camels!&lt;br /&gt;Then we return here mid afternoon and fly to Damman.  We go back to the Aramco compound for a few hours and then at midnight we fly home.&lt;br /&gt;I will finish this blog when I return to Madison.  It has been a wonderful trek – one that has changed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-411059480298641464?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/411059480298641464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=411059480298641464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/411059480298641464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/411059480298641464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhwrzM3VmQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kUIOD6dc16M/s72-c/SNC11589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-5788532803428277938</id><published>2007-04-07T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:17:01.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools and Libraries - Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>Another late night last night - so here is yesterday's blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we were given an amazing opportunity.  No American group has ever been allowed to visit a government school.  Today, we were taken to one.  The men were put in a separate bus and taken to a school at King Faisal University.  It serves mostly children of professors.  The women were taken to a secondary school that is a public school.  And it was amazing. This school has had no visitors. The young women could not have been more excited that we were visiting. Before we arrived, we were told in no uncertain terms that there would be no cameras.The women at the school had asked repeatedly and Aramco respected their wishes.  So this visit will remain only in the mind’s eye.&lt;br /&gt;The school is basically a square around a inner courtyard.   It has two floors.  About 423 students attend (grades 9-12) and they have 35 teachers and 13 administrators.  The young women were in uniform, floor length jumpers and green and white striped blouses.  The adults had shed both their abayas and their veils.We were invited to shed our abayas but only if we had on a floor length skirt.  A representative from the Ministry of Education also attended (to observe).  We were given a lengthy introduction to the school and its programs by two teachers (who had lived in the US) .  They spoke about programs in their school including 1) No student left behind (sound familiar?), a mother’s visit, a reading nation is a developing nation, Beautiful but! Program, thank you teachers program, supporting prophet (PBUH) program and safety program.  We were in a library that had a total of 8 shelving units.  They were not full. They looked worn.  And they were not in English. The phrase over the door said ,”Pay attention to the order” and “read carefully.”  There was no evidence of a librarian and one computer in the room.  (one woman in our group reads Arabic) . The girls volunteered to speak to us in English.  We saw a PowerPoint on amazing Saudi women that they had made.  And they told us their dreams.  Two cute comments- one girl said she hoped that all Americans don't think that they all ride camels.  And another explained that, in her abaya, she is like a diamond.  Everyone knows that she is special.  Interesting perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;We then were taken on a tour of the school.  The girls were all in their classrooms. The rooms were no bigger than 20x20 and each class had between 40-45 students in it.  The desks and chairs were not full size (could not have fitted them in).  Each room had a modest amount of technology (overhead projector).  I saw no textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;In one room the girls were reading the Koran – one girl did not have one and was sitting there doing nothing.  A teacher with our group asked the Dept. of Education person if all students are given a book. She said, “of course’.  When the child was pointed out, she became very upset and said she would take corrective action immediately.&lt;br /&gt;The students attend from 7:30-12:30.  They have a short snack break.  They take Arabic, English, art, math, history, home economics, science and religion.  They have a new communications program where mothers can call a number and be informed of their daughter’s attendance and progress.  When asked about the No Student Left Behind program, they said that if a child is not doing well, she is asked about why.  Her mother is brought in and asked the same questions.  A plan is drafted up for correction of the problem.  Then tutoring teachers may be available.  We asked about children with special needs- they would be given the options above and, if they did not work, they would be send to another school.&lt;br /&gt;This was an amazing opportunity.  Imagine if you will, a group of Saudi educators asking and being given access to an inner city school in a large city.  The students were beautiful young women, spoke English well, and had great plans for achievement.  The teachers were doing the very best that they could.  We were all SO impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had a break and I walked with a man in our group over to the mall. (I am not allowed to go unescorted).  We had a fascinating visit – and talked with a young man who eagerly introduced himself after he realized that we were not Saudi (or German, as he had guessed);. Each encounter like this leads to more understanding&lt;br /&gt;We then wen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhpuCrr7dI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6yd8X63VGXg/s1600-h/Four-Seasons-for-Riyadh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhpuCrr7dI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6yd8X63VGXg/s200/Four-Seasons-for-Riyadh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903221811015122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t on a quick trip to the top of the Kingdom Centre.  It is the highest building in the kingdom – rising 99 stories.  We took two elevators to get to the top and then walked over the top.  The building was designed by an American architect.  We also briefly visited the highest mosque in the world – according to Guinness Book of World Records- which is on the 77 floor of the building (where you switch elevators.)&lt;br /&gt;Next we were taken to the Riyadh Public Library.  This is really three separate branch libraries- the women’s, the men’s, and the children’s.  The children’s room was colorful and interesting- although I thought it had too few volumes.  We had a discussion about books an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhqNyrr7eI/AAAAAAAAAOg/T8CILjZqHkc/s1600-h/SNC11477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhqNyrr7eI/AAAAAAAAAOg/T8CILjZqHkc/s200/SNC11477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903767271861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d circulations with the director of the library. The librarian from the women’s library then met us women and was our tour guide.  She was very proud of the various programs that their l&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhqsSrr7fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DjZ1pWP6jj4/s1600-h/SNC11502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhqsSrr7fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DjZ1pWP6jj4/s200/SNC11502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050904291257871858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ibrary offers women.  There are 36 employees in this branch and 23 of them are librarians.  They are open two shifts.  I will share more about her and her program soon.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went back to the hotel and were taken to dinner in the globe.  (Can you see the globe in the building on the right?)This is in the building that adjoins our hotel.  This was beautiful.  The dinner was very nice and we then sat and talked with various dignitaries.  Dr. Selwa A.F. Al-Hazzaa was my dinner companion and she was wonderful.  The other dignity at my table was the managing director of Aramco in Riyadh./  The st&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhrCirr7gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PwpCR6u2_yU/s1600-h/riyadh-1-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 305px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhrCirr7gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PwpCR6u2_yU/s200/riyadh-1-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050904673509961218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;udents at the public school had made a PowerPoint presentation on important women in Saudi Arabia. Selwa had actually been in the PowerPoint that the girls had made. Selwa is the head of Opthamology at the King Faisal Specialist Hospital here.  She was simply wonderful.  She explained that her mother was illiterate because girls were not allowed to be educated until 1960.  In one generation, Selwa became a doctor who is world reknowned.  She is about to become a full professor at Johns Hopkins.  You might be interested in googling her.  She has seen a large change. The food was excellent and the company impressive.&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to my room, my laundry had been returned. I thought yo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhrySrr7hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/a79YcpkH6wQ/s1600-h/SNC11538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhrySrr7hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/a79YcpkH6wQ/s200/SNC11538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050905493848714770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u might like to see the box my underwear was returned in.  Within the box, all pieces of underwear were bagged separately.  All the shirts and my abaya were bagged and hanging in the closet. (It is going to be hard to return to my previous life after this:))&lt;br /&gt;Today we will go to the ash-Shoura Council which is the highest Consultative Council in the nation.  (Riyadh is the capital) Nancy Pelosi was here three days ago -so they are now ready for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-5788532803428277938?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5788532803428277938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=5788532803428277938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5788532803428277938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5788532803428277938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/schools-and-libraries-perfect-day.html' title='Schools and Libraries - Perfect Day'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhhpuCrr7dI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6yd8X63VGXg/s72-c/Four-Seasons-for-Riyadh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-7813394051138850884</id><published>2007-04-06T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:36:59.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fal Resort and on to Riyadh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaU8Crr7cI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L4w7Q95PPDs/s1600-h/SNC11322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaU8Crr7cI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L4w7Q95PPDs/s200/SNC11322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050387791375756738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after a few hours sleep, we went back to the &lt;a href="http://www.falbeachresort.com/"&gt;Fal Resort&lt;/a&gt;. We left the hotel at 7:15 which allowed us to get to the resort before the locals woke up.  (They go to sleep late and wake up late) It was a beautiful morning.  First I went swimming in the pool.  Then I went swimming in the Red Sea – which is salty enough to allow you to float but crystal clear.  Then I had a surprise experience.  I told Marwan (our Aramco host) that I had a problem.  I bought too much at the souk.  All my stuff does not fit in my suitcase.  So I asked if one of the men could go buy me a suitcase while we were at the resort. He said, just buy one at the Hilton when we return.  I laughed and told him that I am a teacher – I can’t buy gum at the Hilton.  So he told me to go to the dive shop and see if they have a suitcase.  If they do, just charge it to Aramco.  So I went to the dive shop, they had one scuba diving suitcase. I took it and signed my name (692 Saudi riyals).  That was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaT-yrr7bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BnOnyHD_2Bg/s1600-h/SNC11406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaT-yrr7bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BnOnyHD_2Bg/s200/SNC11406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050386739108769202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more than 200 American dollars.  I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from this trip.  Then I got some snorkel equipment because they would not let me scuba dive.  I went snorkeling – the reefs were OK but the fish were wonderful.  Very beautiful.  So I have snorkeled on the Red Sea and loved every minute of it.  When I returned, I swam in the pool awhile and now I am sitting in the lobby waiting for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we go to Riyadh.  I dread the airplane ride – just because of the hassle last time.  One of my friends said, now you know why they wear full face veils.  We are thinking of wearing our full face veils and sunglasses for this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 p.m.  We have now arrived in Riyadh.  The airplane ride was much less stressful-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaTtCrr7aI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AdWSuubQ2bg/s1600-h/SNC11411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaTtCrr7aI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AdWSuubQ2bg/s200/SNC11411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050386434166091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because I sat between a man in our&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaSiCrr7ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eIOmnlmbMIg/s1600-h/SNC11410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaSiCrr7ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eIOmnlmbMIg/s200/SNC11410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050385145675902354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group and a Saudi woman.  I kept my hijab (veil) on the entire time and managed to sleep a bit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaSNyrr7YI/AAAAAAAAANw/8VR802WQPmg/s1600-h/SNC11412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaSNyrr7YI/AAAAAAAAANw/8VR802WQPmg/s200/SNC11412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050384797783551362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Now we have arrived at the &lt;a href="http://www.alfaisaliahhotel.com/"&gt;Al Faisaliah Ho&lt;/a&gt;tel – my room is simply unbelievable.  A butler brought me up and I have a butler that I can call at any time.  I have a soaker tub and a walk in shower.  And it is simply stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to meet until 8:45 a.m. which is wonderful.  I plan to update the blog and then get a good night’s sleep.  Tomorrow morning we get to see a government school (which is the first time our group has been allowed to visit a government (vs. private) school.  I am looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to pinch myself as I realize how blessed I am to be on this trip.  I have certainly been treated royally but I also have learned so much and met an endless number of fascinating people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-7813394051138850884?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7813394051138850884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=7813394051138850884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/7813394051138850884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/7813394051138850884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/fal-resort-and-on-to-riyadh.html' title='Fal Resort and on to Riyadh'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaU8Crr7cI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L4w7Q95PPDs/s72-c/SNC11322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3959483851744210299</id><published>2007-04-06T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:24:18.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Jeddah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaKICrr7QI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fv_ysPensbE/s1600-h/SNC11265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaKICrr7QI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fv_ysPensbE/s200/SNC11265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050375902906281218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we headed for the souks in old Jeddah.  The old part of Jeddah is distinctive for its old housing with shuttered wooden windows.  The shutters allowed for ventilation and for privacy for the women.  We broke up into groups and I went with the group to the gold souks.  Unfortunately, gold is very expensive and I didn’t find anything that I liked enough to buy.  I did find some silver that is very nice.  Then we headed for the other souks- When you find something – you ask the price – when they give it, you bargain. Of course, for us, the bargaining is hard&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaPqSrr7WI/AAAAAAAAANg/D-XQJ-mPxaE/s1600-h/SNC11269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaPqSrr7WI/AAAAAAAAANg/D-XQJ-mPxaE/s200/SNC11269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050381988874939746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er. We don’t know Arabic and we don’t do well with the bargaining game.  We divided up our group into smaller groups with one of our Aramco guides.  They would then bargain for us.  We were quite conspicuous. There certainly are no other tourists.  We had divided up the items that several of us wanted (spices, abayas, lanterns, etc) and one group shopped for some of those those things.  I shopped for spices and that was fun – but challenging.(picture of mryrh on right)  When we finished, we were truly beasts of burden.  It was boiling hot – and I found out what a joy it is to carry it a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaP3yrr7XI/AAAAAAAAANo/XRr0_dsyQ3E/s1600-h/SNC11274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaP3yrr7XI/AAAAAAAAANo/XRr0_dsyQ3E/s200/SNC11274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050382220803173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll through the market with your abaya and head scarf.  We stopped in the Nasief House – an old home that is being remodeled.   It historically belonged to a large mercantile family – and thus had a very significant place in the shopping district.  When the first king of Saudi Arabia conquered the city (1925?)  he claimed the house until a suitable home could be built.  It has ramps that allow camels to go to the top floor to deliver messengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this time, we went to a beautiful waterfront restaurant for lunch.  These lunches last a few hours. There is usually a host who gives a speech.  They are important&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaKjCrr7RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/baz5TGyXGRw/s1600-h/SNC11308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaKjCrr7RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/baz5TGyXGRw/s200/SNC11308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376366762749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; folks.  Yesterday was a man whose family owns one of the big shipping yards in SA.  He is also on the Board of the Chamber of Commerce and loves Jeddah.  (He says anyone who stays in Jeddah more than two days is Jeddahwe.  We talked about the millions of people who come annually for the Haj(pilgrimage) and the problems with people who do not leave whcn the Haj ends.  They basically become the “illegals” of Saudi Arabia.  It is hard to imagine 3 million people arriving for the Haj – They camp in big fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the luncheon we went back to our hotel briefly.  A friend and I divided up all the spices for those who we had bought them for.  When that was over, my room smelled like myrrh and frankincense as well as cardamom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left for an evening at the &lt;a href="http://www.falbeachresort.com/main.html"&gt;Fal Resort&lt;/a&gt;.  This is a large private resort about 600 rooms.  Once inside the compound, abayas can be ditched.  Many Saudi women still wear their abayas.  But little chi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaLGCrr7SI/AAAAAAAAANA/xu9otZsPAkI/s1600-h/SNC11319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaLGCrr7SI/AAAAAAAAANA/xu9otZsPAkI/s200/SNC11319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376968058170658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ldren run around and families have fun.  First we went to the marina and watched the sun set.  Then our Aramco host took us to the gym – where men and women can exercise, play racquetball, pool, get a massage, steam room, sauna, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to the marina which had been transformed by couches, Persian rugs, and a wonderful folk music g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaLVSrr7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/igDvls9snwk/s1600-h/SNC11330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaLVSrr7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/igDvls9snwk/s200/SNC11330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050377230051175730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roup performing traditional music for us.  (I was pleased because I thought it odd that no one had performed music for us yet.  We danced one dance-(which I think surprised the Saudi men)  and then only &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaNfCrr7UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TLSJJ8OBmEE/s1600-h/SNC11350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaNfCrr7UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TLSJJ8OBmEE/s200/SNC11350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050379596578155842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the men could dance the rest of the evening.  Women had henna tattoos put on our arms and legs.  Then we had another magical dinner at poolside.  To the right you can see the picture of our midwest group.  Nick (North Dakota), Dwayne (Minnesota), Solomon (Minnesota) and I have been in email contact since w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaN3Srr7VI/AAAAAAAAANY/B9gzLA3ELJI/s1600-h/SNC11395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaN3Srr7VI/AAAAAAAAANY/B9gzLA3ELJI/s200/SNC11395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050380013189983570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e found out we were selected.  You can see that they got to party a bit more than we women.  We left after 11 p.m. and arrived home at 12.  Then all of the people came to my room to get their spices.  At 1 a.m. I gave up and went to bed – without completing my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3959483851744210299?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3959483851744210299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=3959483851744210299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3959483851744210299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3959483851744210299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-jeddah.html' title='Old Jeddah'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhaKICrr7QI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fv_ysPensbE/s72-c/SNC11265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3315584929686440394</id><published>2007-04-04T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:59:18.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three libraries, two huge meals, and another amazing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQaYCrr7FI/AAAAAAAAALY/wJwbQWShvko/s1600-h/SNC11164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQaYCrr7FI/AAAAAAAAALY/wJwbQWShvko/s200/SNC11164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049690082528455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQaICrr7EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ODWinbNlHFI/s1600-h/SNC11137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQaICrr7EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ODWinbNlHFI/s200/SNC11137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049689807650548802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, the high life is interfering with my sleep.  It is 12 p.m. and we just got home from our second multicourse meal of the day. So, I will work fast and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started with an absolutely fascinating visit to the Help Center – a private non&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQZwyrr7CI/AAAAAAAAALA/gzAQWbOw-RI/s1600-h/SNC11127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQZwyrr7CI/AAAAAAAAALA/gzAQWbOw-RI/s200/SNC11127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049689408218590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;profit center for children with disabilities.  Young people receive services from birth until 21.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQZ8Srr7DI/AAAAAAAAALI/yrl_Lia4S3I/s1600-h/SNC11140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQZ8Srr7DI/AAAAAAAAALI/yrl_Lia4S3I/s200/SNC11140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049689605787085874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students with down’s syndrome, cerebral palsy, vision and hearing problems, etc.  are offered a wide variety of therapies.  Parents pay, if they are able.  The building was simply stunning.  The children were enchanting.  And the level of therapy was amazing.  While Saudi Arabia has not had children with problems resulting from drug or alcohol problems in their families, it is apparently not uncommon to have genetic problems that are carried through the generations by intermarrying among family members.  I learned so much and was so impressed. And the library was wonderful – staffed today by a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQcfCrr7KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/czeCxzeZq-k/s1600-h/SNC11177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQcfCrr7KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/czeCxzeZq-k/s200/SNC11177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049692401810795682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the Sophia Binzaqu Art Gallery.  Sophia Binzaqu gave us the tour.  She has tried to preserve Saudi heritage and tradition in her artwork.  All the work in the museum is hers and she has a beautiful studio where she continues to paint.  She also has an art program the includes classes at the gallery and contests in the schools.  The arts have not routinely been included in the school curricula and she does her best to change that.  The buil&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQasyrr7GI/AAAAAAAAALg/1C9dN2WzFAo/s1600-h/SNC11201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQasyrr7GI/AAAAAAAAALg/1C9dN2WzFAo/s200/SNC11201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049690439010741346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ding is free and includes an art library that has all of her personal books. I spoke with the librarian for a long time and asked to take a picture. I bought several prints that I really like.  Amazingly, I wandered into a women’s art course  (men are not allowed) and found a group of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQbBCrr7HI/AAAAAAAAALo/HbD7GRr1Fm4/s1600-h/SNC11209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQbBCrr7HI/AAAAAAAAALo/HbD7GRr1Fm4/s200/SNC11209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049690786903092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;young women in art.  They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and looked like young people in our country.  (That is why men weren’t allowed).No abayas to be seen. They conversed with me for awhile – asking many questions about America- and then permitted me to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for an amazing multicourse luncheon at the Byblos restaurant.  This is a stunning Lebane&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQbXCrr7II/AAAAAAAAALw/2_6tToYmfvo/s1600-h/SNC11217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQbXCrr7II/AAAAAAAAALw/2_6tToYmfvo/s200/SNC11217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049691164860214402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se restaurant.  The food just kept coming.  At these meals, there are many local business and education leaders who are invited to join us.  They sit with us and we share fascinating conversations.  Sometimes when we realize who it was that we just talked with, it is simply amazing.  I realize that these experiences could not be purchased and we are truly blessed by the opportunities that this trip has provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQc6irr7LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AmwMI3oekTQ/s1600-h/SNC11231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQc6irr7LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AmwMI3oekTQ/s200/SNC11231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049692874257198258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later we returned to the hotel briefly before departing for the Saudi Gazette newspaper plant.  We got to see the Information Center (library) and I wandered around for awhile comparing their collection.  We were given a lengthy tour by the editor and then we had a lengthy forum on the issues of the press – both American and Saudi- and how they influence our thinking on world issues.  Many editors of the ne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQdMSrr7MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Zx0sW91A-fM/s1600-h/SNC11247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQdMSrr7MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Zx0sW91A-fM/s200/SNC11247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049693179199876290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wspaper joined us for the forum.  We had some very hard hitting conversation including discussion of freedom of the press and discussions on controversial issues such as AIDS, drugs, homosexuality.etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Nuit D’or restaurant for the evening.  It was a large banquet hall used for events like weddi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQdnCrr7NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R0-YnSJuHEw/s1600-h/SNC11258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQdnCrr7NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R0-YnSJuHEw/s200/SNC11258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049693638761376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ngs.  Dr. Ghazi Bin Zagr gave a speech at the beginning.  It was about the challenges of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQebirr7PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e4MeCUK1m8Y/s1600-h/SNC11261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQebirr7PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e4MeCUK1m8Y/s200/SNC11261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049694540704509170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; building international bridges.  He &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQd_irr7OI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SRfjpr8up5o/s1600-h/SNC11256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQd_irr7OI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SRfjpr8up5o/s200/SNC11256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049694059668172002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was VERY articulate and convincing about the barriers that come down when people talk to each other. When one does not really know much about someone else, one suspects his every move.We then continued the conversation over another giant meal that lasted several hours. We certainly have been treated to some incredible meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go to the souks (markets) and then to the Fal Resort for a folkloric night.&lt;br /&gt;Should be lots of fun and more informal.  (Yes- we still get to wear our abayas to the souks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those of you who are writing comments on my blog and to my email.  I love hearing from you too. This trip has been an amazing experience - and I look forward to each new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3315584929686440394?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3315584929686440394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=3315584929686440394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3315584929686440394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3315584929686440394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-libraries-two-huge-meals-and.html' title='Three libraries, two huge meals, and another amazing day'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhQaYCrr7FI/AAAAAAAAALY/wJwbQWShvko/s72-c/SNC11164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3328131331406237323</id><published>2007-04-03T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:25:30.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels, Jeddah and the Red Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhKz1g_yp_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VBDdrq1E7_c/s1600-h/camels2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhKz1g_yp_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VBDdrq1E7_c/s200/camels2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049295864207681522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhKznQ_yp-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wrea3e9uS3w/s1600-h/Camels1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhKznQ_yp-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wrea3e9uS3w/s200/Camels1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049295619394545634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the camel farm.  As you can see, they were right up close and personal.  Liability lawyers in the US would not approve.  The gentleman is the owner – he knows every camel and all the details about them.  I would too if I had that much invested.  He had camels worth $5-$8 million dollars each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also put a few more pictures of the Gara Palace and Ib Rashim Pasha in the previous blog. It is beautiful&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK0jQ_yqBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sZ06YUZIoas/s1600-h/RedSeaRoomView.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK0jQ_yqBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sZ06YUZIoas/s200/RedSeaRoomView.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049296650186696722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotel room is incredible.  A small balcony provides this view of the Red Sea.&lt;br /&gt;I will take some more pictures and show you the place.  It is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we began with two stops in Jeddah.  That allowed us to see some of the beautiful city.  Jeddah is called the “city of art” and every &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK2zg_yqEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HifDJvLj3Nc/s1600-h/SNC11044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK2zg_yqEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HifDJvLj3Nc/s200/SNC11044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049299128382826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boulevard has sculpture galore.  I think I will just get a big book when I return so I can learn more about their art. The building architecture is also very exciting.  And well done.  We had lunch in the conch shell restaurant on the right in this picture. As usual, they had arranged for locals to eat with us. Often they are speakers from the morning. Today I ate with a woman who owns a marketing firm. She was WONDERFUL – helped us to understand a bit of what happened on the airplane last night and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK1mw_yqCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aee-iUUpLrQ/s1600-h/SNC11049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK1mw_yqCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aee-iUUpLrQ/s200/SNC11049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049297809827866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; told us about the other side of Saudi life- the one you don’t see from the bus. She is standing in the middle. According to her, Jeddah has a more outside influences because everyone comes here from all over the world to do their Haj (the pilgrimage to Mecca required of all Muslims).  She rolls up her eyes at some of the oddities of the Saudi culture but loves it very m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK2CA_yqDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jPxLCExhobU/s1600-h/SNC11075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK2CA_yqDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jPxLCExhobU/s200/SNC11075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049298277979301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uch.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a private home owned by a Islamic architect and his wife who is an interior designer.  They designed and built the house in 8 years. (They volunteered that they could do it for us in 3 years) It was unbelievable.  And the picture doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to dinner at a seafood restaurant.  We all sat on the floor and ate a delicious meal.  Interesting arrangement of b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK3hQ_yqFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6JNOG0clNPU/s1600-h/SNC11093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 179px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhK3hQ_yqFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6JNOG0clNPU/s200/SNC11093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049299914361841746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uildings- lots of separate little buildings allow different groups to eat out - for example, women can eat together in a little room and pull the curtains so they can remove their abayas.  Same for families.  And of course, men can do whatever they wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3328131331406237323?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3328131331406237323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=3328131331406237323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3328131331406237323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3328131331406237323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/camels-jeddah-and-red-sea.html' title='Camels, Jeddah and the Red Sea'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhKz1g_yp_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VBDdrq1E7_c/s72-c/camels2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-7504738747746032121</id><published>2007-04-02T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:27:35.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels, deserts and airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJVzg_yp8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAjO2IbrIPk/s1600-h/GaraPalace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJVzg_yp8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAjO2IbrIPk/s200/GaraPalace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049192475754932162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends - I am now safely moved into the &lt;a href="http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/JEDHIHI-Jeddah-Hilton-Hotel/index.do"&gt;Jeddah Hilton&lt;/a&gt;.  My room is simply gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;And I have internet access that will allow me to work on my own blog.  Many thanks to Denise for doing a beautiful job keeping it up - using my pictures and a text document sent each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be impossible to tell you all of what we did tod&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGXRQ_ypvI/AAAAAAAAAII/If4WB9YcK4c/s1600-h/Gara+Mt..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGXRQ_ypvI/AAAAAAAAAII/If4WB9YcK4c/s200/Gara+Mt..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048982980135134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay.  We started at 7:15 and headed for the desert.  First we headed for Gara Mountain - where we walked in a beautiful cave area with incredible peaks around us.  No one would believe we were in Saudi Arabia- instead it looked like Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJUpg_yp6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LDlbmHCY8hg/s1600-h/ibrashimpasha2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJUpg_yp6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LDlbmHCY8hg/s200/ibrashimpasha2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049191204444612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt to the Ib Rahim Pasha Palace - a very old fort like palace.  We walked around for a long time - and were so impressed with the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJULA_yp5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/h4UC_8tSStg/s1600-h/ibrashimpasha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJULA_yp5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/h4UC_8tSStg/s200/ibrashimpasha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049190680458602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old architecture.  I think the place is about 400 years old (if not more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to a Pottery Business where we watched a man make pots the old way - first by kneeding clay with his feet and then hand throwing the pot.  It was very neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGaNg_ypzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0s8VGf54SDQ/s1600-h/Lunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGaNg_ypzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0s8VGf54SDQ/s200/Lunch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048986214245508914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.all-hotels.com/middle_east/saudi_arabia/al_hufuf_e1.htm"&gt;Intercontinental in Hufuf&lt;/a&gt; - a large town in the desert - mainly because it is an oasis. The lunch was extraordinary - as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point-my camera battery died.  So I had friends take pictures at the  camel farm and will try to post them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed to the camel farm.  This is only the second trip that has gone there.  Previous trips went to the camel market.  One man knew of this bedoin (sp?) farmer with hundreds of camels on many many acres of land.  And they arranged for us to go.  While I was a tad disappointed that I didn't get to ride the camels (and maybe a bit relieved), we had an incredible experience- we road for a few miles in SUVs to this encampment with lots of camels.  Then we went into one of the pens - and actually stood among the camels - which gets exciting when they decide to take off to another part of the area.  The noise was lots of fun - I recorded it and will try to broadcast that tomorrow - sounded like someone who had either drunk too much or had the stomach flu.  Then we were invited into a tent for tea and dates on the rugs.  The sun was setting over the dunes - the camels were callling - and I was simply amazed to be so lucky to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Our drive, although very long, was fascinating as we saw many many industrial sites (Aramco), many high dunes, sand storms&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGajg_yp0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vW-L3T3FxzI/s1600-h/New+Houses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGajg_yp0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vW-L3T3FxzI/s200/New+Houses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048986592202630978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; across the highway, many monstrous houses in the middle of nowhere (often started but not finished), the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGa4A_yp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yGzF7rLc4_Q/s1600-h/RoadsideCamels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhGa4A_yp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yGzF7rLc4_Q/s200/RoadsideCamels.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048986944389949266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crown Prince's farm, miles of aquaducts.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back into Dharhan at 7:02, ran to our rooms, threw on our abayas, grabbed our suitcases, checked out and were headed for the airport at 7:35.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one of the more interesting experiences of my life.  The plane was full of Saudis - almost everywoman had a full-face veil.  The men were not interested in sitting next to unrelated women, so the stewardesses were shuffling people all over - until everyone was somewhere they could tolerate.  Then there were probably 20-30 people doing Imman (sp)- preparing for their pilgrimmages to Mecca.  As I understand it, they must come clean - and so these men were literally sitting in the airplane - naked except for bath towels wrapped around them.  But we made it to Jeddah and this hotel was worth the effort.  We ate dinner at 1 and here I am at two.&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-7504738747746032121?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7504738747746032121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=7504738747746032121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/7504738747746032121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/7504738747746032121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/camels-deserts-and-airplanesdear.html' title='Camels, deserts and airplanes'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhJVzg_yp8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAjO2IbrIPk/s72-c/GaraPalace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-495044952868900916</id><published>2007-04-01T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:11:34.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full Abaya Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Full Abaya Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBh3A_yplI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-1XKEno1N04/s1600-h/1-full+abaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBh3A_yplI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-1XKEno1N04/s200/1-full+abaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642780070585938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;i style=""&gt;abaya&lt;/i&gt; is now a part of me – it does cover a lot – but it is also hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBh3Q_ypmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nvsYjzJ_iHo/s1600-h/2-kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBh3Q_ypmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nvsYjzJ_iHo/s200/2-kris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642784365553250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    The embroidery is quite pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Glad I don’t have to wear one every day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBiTQ_ypnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yqNZE8PjzxU/s1600-h/3-Mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBiTQ_ypnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yqNZE8PjzxU/s200/3-Mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048643265401890418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love that contrast –&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds and a minaret.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBijw_ypoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Tv5oREKcms/s1600-h/4-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBijw_ypoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Tv5oREKcms/s200/4-girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048643548869731970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls in a training center are preparing for professions in Aramco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are already employees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need a few more skills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I asked to take their picture, some covered their heads and faces while others combed their hair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDA_yppI/AAAAAAAAAHY/k1VZPzkmnZM/s1600-h/5-Librarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDA_yppI/AAAAAAAAAHY/k1VZPzkmnZM/s200/5-Librarian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048644085740643986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The school library was SO much fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even stood behind the circulation desk while the librarian was out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She refused to be photographed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDQ_ypqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/feag7HA_R3I/s1600-h/6-rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDQ_ypqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/feag7HA_R3I/s200/6-rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048644090035611298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Same old rules- no matter where you go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDg_yprI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MKYHVewb6TA/s1600-h/7-thobesgutras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDg_yprI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MKYHVewb6TA/s200/7-thobesgutras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048644094330578610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our men decided to buy &lt;i style=""&gt;gutras&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;thobes&lt;/i&gt; so that they would match us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now you can’t tell the Saudis from our men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their conclusion tonight was that it was more trouble than it was worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wish we could say the same about our &lt;i style=""&gt;abayas&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDw_ypsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iEnDhmmKqRM/s1600-h/Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBjDw_ypsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iEnDhmmKqRM/s200/Dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048644098625545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Dinner at a place called Heritage Commons was served while sitting on the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The food was delicious (as always).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The knees did not appreciate the sit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow we go camel riding in the desert!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we fly to Jeddah- on the west coast.  Maybe I’ll have better email over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-495044952868900916?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/495044952868900916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=495044952868900916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/495044952868900916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/495044952868900916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/full-abaya-day.html' title='A Full Abaya Day'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RhBh3A_yplI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-1XKEno1N04/s72-c/1-full+abaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-5878403227837809272</id><published>2007-04-01T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:27:23.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Favorite Pictures -- Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Burger King Sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O-w_ypeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GXXLPuxCEpU/s1600-h/Burger+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O-w_ypeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GXXLPuxCEpU/s200/Burger+King.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048481285005288930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;As we ride along in the bus, there are many “familiar” signs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am pleased that I was able to get this quality while in a moving bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abaya Fitting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_SeA_ypkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t3hhTs3Ufgk/s1600-h/Abaya+fitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_SeA_ypkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t3hhTs3Ufgk/s200/Abaya+fitting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485120411084354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Abaya fitting at 4 p.m.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mandatory for all women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our guide told the tailor not to go to sleep until they were finished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner, they were delivered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow we will no longer have to wear “formal business clothing.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    MooMoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O_Q_yphI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HkHztXAJjow/s1600-h/MooMoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O_Q_yphI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HkHztXAJjow/s200/MooMoos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048481293595223570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Women were given these traditional gowns as gifts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The women who gave them to us said their grandmothers always wore them around the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a hysterical time trying to wrap them around ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the guides laughed hysterically when we posed for a picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One told us it brought them back to their childhoods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided they were kind of like moo-moos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Recycling Program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_PqQ_ypjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/meY2K9L8pxg/s1600-h/Recycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_PqQ_ypjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/meY2K9L8pxg/s200/Recycling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048482032329598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a real push for recycling in March.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Posters all over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(This one is in English because it is on the grounds of the Aramco compound where we are staying.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    A Private Home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_PqA_ypiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iNSYaOwxJPI/s1600-h/Private+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_PqA_ypiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iNSYaOwxJPI/s200/Private+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048482028034631202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited a private home in the afternoon yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman (shown talking) was a real collector.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were all sitting on cushions along the wall while she talked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you can see, jet lag had set in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    A Business Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O-w_ypfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GOQKHfxTzSo/s1600-h/Businesswoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O-w_ypfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GOQKHfxTzSo/s200/Businesswoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048481285005288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This woman was our guide in the morning at Aramco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later she joined us for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She spoke for her fellow women in a most incredible manner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Articulate, opinionated, optimistic, and very very kind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saudi Aramco is very fortunate to have her representing its business women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O_A_ypgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CDSDb1L5Zyc/s1600-h/Little+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O_A_ypgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CDSDb1L5Zyc/s200/Little+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048481289300256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Aramco brings ALL school children to their headquarters museum each year to encourage them to study hard and get ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think they were more interested in us! But, they were perfectly behaved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictures proxy-posted by Denise.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any problems with the pix, it's not Kris's fault.  :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-5878403227837809272?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5878403227837809272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=5878403227837809272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5878403227837809272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5878403227837809272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/seven-favorite-pictures-day-1.html' title='Seven Favorite Pictures -- Day 1'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rg_O-w_ypeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GXXLPuxCEpU/s72-c/Burger+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-6094794438206795272</id><published>2007-03-31T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:56:07.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proxy Post -- Day One</title><content type='html'>Day One&lt;br /&gt;I am safely in Dharhan Saudi Arabia and having a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful time.   Today we went to Aramco Oil&lt;br /&gt;facilities and then later went out to a great  seafood&lt;br /&gt;restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am not able to post to my blog  from&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia.  They have blocked blogspot.  I don't&lt;br /&gt;know if that will  change when we fly to Jeddah- but I&lt;br /&gt;will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have not been  able to connect my wireless&lt;br /&gt;network here- so I can't send pictures today  either.&lt;br /&gt;(I took 89 pictures today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Denise is posting for me.  If  you want to&lt;br /&gt;email me, I would love to hear from you at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kristinelbrown@yahoo.com"&gt;kristinelbrown@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope  this improves soon.&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-6094794438206795272?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6094794438206795272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=6094794438206795272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/6094794438206795272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/6094794438206795272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/proxy-post-day-one.html' title='A Proxy Post -- Day One'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3826486930179649404</id><published>2007-03-29T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:17:39.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going, Gone</title><content type='html'>We are going to leave in a few hours for Saudi Arabia.  This morning we had our "last minute" details meeting - lots of security issues, lots of don'ts.&lt;br /&gt;Our trip is organized a bit differently than previous trips in that we are going to Jeddah on Monday rather than at the end of the trip.  I think it is because the Arab League is meeting in Riyadh.  Jeddah is on the Red Sea and so we will fly cross country and then return slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I will be able to scuba dive in the Red Sea because we are staying in the Jeddah Hilton instead of the Fal Resort.  We'll see.  I really want to do that!&lt;br /&gt;This morning some go-getter teachers in our group taught us how to "count off" in Arabic.  Whenever we get on the bus we count off.  I am number 18 - and now I am tamaan tashar.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a busy day - In the morning we went to the Aramco Services building in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Aramco Services does many jobs for Aramco Oil in the U.S.  Receive the oil shipments but also train peop&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgvVag_ypUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3co7H0BMmiw/s1600-h/SNC10560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 158px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgvVag_ypUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3co7H0BMmiw/s200/SNC10560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047362458909582658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;le for SA, place SA students in US universities, work out research opportunities in the US with US universities, etc.  A woman who had lived for 22 years in SA spoke to us about the country, what it is like to be there, etc.  Then 4 alumni talked with us in the afternoon- one about "culture trunks" - things we can buy and bring back to show to classes- one about managing the press and speaking opportunities - one about library applications of what we learn- and one about Social Studies applications of what we learn.  So it was fascinating. And very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a Mexican restaurant for WONDERFU&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgvXJQ_ypVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/k5TV5geGph8/s1600-h/fulla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgvXJQ_ypVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/k5TV5geGph8/s200/fulla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047364361580094802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L margaritas and enchiladas with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the people I am traveling with.  So far, we have a great group.&lt;br /&gt;BTW- one fun thing yesterday was learning about &lt;a href="http://www.fulla.us/"&gt;fulla dolls&lt;/a&gt;.  These are the Arabic version of Barbie dolls.  If you want to be amazed, click on the link and look at all the products.  Apparently the company is in Syria and they are making a mint! There is also an Arabic version of Sesame Street - not Sesame Street in Arabic but instead a similar show with Arabic content.&lt;br /&gt;And now, we get ready for the LONG LONG flight.  First to Amsterdam (8 hours), 5 hours in Amsterdam, and then on to Dharhan (6.5 hours).&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again from the other side of the pond.  Maassalehma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3826486930179649404?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3826486930179649404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=3826486930179649404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3826486930179649404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3826486930179649404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going, Gone'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgvVag_ypUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3co7H0BMmiw/s72-c/SNC10560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-9135712861555671503</id><published>2007-03-28T06:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T06:21:59.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Last night we had a welcome dinner and were introduced to the people in our group.  Everyone had to explain what they are planning to do after the trip.  It was fascinating.  Someone said- I think people who apply for this program are real adventurous go-getters.  I never thought of myself in that way.  But many of the rest of them are. &lt;br /&gt;Today we go to Aramco's North American headquarters for formal training.  They flew three alumni of the program in and they will tell us what to expect.  People from Aramco will tell us about the "Kingdom".   So... lots of things to learn.&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-9135712861555671503?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/9135712861555671503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=9135712861555671503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/9135712861555671503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/9135712861555671503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-5485506701779897629</id><published>2007-03-27T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:55:13.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSTON</title><content type='html'>My trip has begun.  After a short trip to Chicago this a.m., I am now in Houston.  I don't think I've ever left the airport in Houston before.  It is definitely spring here - and the flowers are blooming and the grass is green.  Lots of traffic - we are staying right downtown but our limo driver flew through it all and delivered us safely to our home for the next 2 nights - the &lt;a href="http://www.houston.intercontinental.com"&gt;Intercontinental Houston&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a long way from the Days Inn.&lt;br /&gt;So far I've met about 10 or so people who are part of our group.  In a half hour, we will convene downstairs for conversation and dinner.  It does seem odd to be meeting perfect strangers and realizing that we will spend the next two weeks together.  So far, so good. The group is a mix of younger teachers and some who are older than me!  About half men and women.  And about half librarians and Social Studies teachers.  I fit right in!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me bon voyage.  It will certainly be an adventure and I'm glad you are going along with me virtually.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry I can't show you the hotel - the webpage isn't opening.) Maybe it will open for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-5485506701779897629?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5485506701779897629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=5485506701779897629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5485506701779897629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5485506701779897629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/houston.html' title='HOUSTON'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-1291209354846848866</id><published>2007-03-25T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:24:49.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgcSS1AeDlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BLdfQuiderk/s1600-h/Crane+Take+Off+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgcSS1AeDlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BLdfQuiderk/s200/Crane+Take+Off+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046022022167924306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 36 hours, we will be on our way.  I am ready.  While I don’t know exactly what I will encounter as I go, I know that it will all be very different.  I look forward to watching, listening, talking, and learning.  I will try to share with you – my friends, colleagues, students and family- as I go.  Check back when you can.  And please leave comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we will all meet in Houston for training at Aramco's North American Headquarters.  On Thursday, we will leave on our long trip to Saudi Arabia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-1291209354846848866?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1291209354846848866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=1291209354846848866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1291209354846848866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/1291209354846848866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/taking-off.html' title='Taking Off!'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgcSS1AeDlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BLdfQuiderk/s72-c/Crane+Take+Off+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-8397067146474244085</id><published>2007-03-22T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:00:41.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMWHVAeDhI/AAAAAAAAADo/NO3fb5CVSF8/s1600-h/libe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMWHVAeDhI/AAAAAAAAADo/NO3fb5CVSF8/s200/libe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044900322739097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMV8lAeDgI/AAAAAAAAADg/QVn91oE-nLM/s1600-h/LibeTst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMV8lAeDgI/AAAAAAAAADg/QVn91oE-nLM/s200/LibeTst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044900138055503362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two pictures taken in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a super zoom of the afghan yarn I am working on :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMWoVAeDiI/AAAAAAAAADw/qn8VVK0WYxs/s1600-h/yarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMWoVAeDiI/AAAAAAAAADw/qn8VVK0WYxs/s200/yarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044900889674780194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for an amateur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-8397067146474244085?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8397067146474244085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=8397067146474244085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/8397067146474244085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/8397067146474244085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/camera-test.html' title='Camera Test'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RgMWHVAeDhI/AAAAAAAAADo/NO3fb5CVSF8/s72-c/libe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-3105775187946106106</id><published>2007-03-17T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:32:39.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwd3lIxUZI/AAAAAAAAACw/X4cZFLqb0os/s1600-h/boeing_737__a_webpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwd3lIxUZI/AAAAAAAAACw/X4cZFLqb0os/s200/boeing_737__a_webpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042938523447021970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days until we go! Each weekend, I try to take stock of where I am in regard to the trip.  And so, here goes---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we got our flight itineraries.  We will first fly to Houston for orientation at Aramco’s North American headquarters.  Then we will fly to Dharhan via Amersterdam.&lt;br /&gt;The actual number of hours in the airplane will be 9 hours and 20 minutes to Amsterdam and then 6 hours to Dharhan.  And that’s just the plan!  We have a five hour layover in Amsterdam.  So now real travel time is 20.5 hours.  But – it will be fun- new friends, new adventures.  While I am looking forward to going… I am not looking forward to returning.  That will 6 hours to Amsterdam, then 15 hours t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwia1IxUdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ihS6Rjuu5-U/s1600-h/lookitup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwia1IxUdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ihS6Rjuu5-U/s200/lookitup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042943527083921874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o Chicago and then a 5 hour layover before an hour to Madison.  Somehow it all computes to a full 24 hours en route.  I arrive home (in theory) at 6 p.m. on Tuesday April 10 and am planning to be at work the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventures of the camera.  As you already know, after much research, I selected a camera and bought it online from a 5 star company.  Well… after 2 weeks, a box arrived and it was WAY TOO BIG&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RfweT1IxUaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AMTvqQ5mYLM/s1600-h/wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RfweT1IxUaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AMTvqQ5mYLM/s200/wii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939008778326434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a tiny camera.  So I opened it and it was a Nintendo Wii.&lt;br /&gt;Now I had never heard of this game before – but apparently it is in short supply and great demand.  (Several young people offered to buy it from me) The price, if you can find it, is twice what I paid for the camera.  So I called the company and explained the problem.  The best they could offer was – you return the Wii and THEN we’ll send the camera.  I cancelled the camera p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RfwenlIxUbI/AAAAAAAAADA/yz4AVBXwcAs/s1600-h/samsung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 111px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/RfwenlIxUbI/AAAAAAAAADA/yz4AVBXwcAs/s200/samsung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939348080742834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urchase (and returned the Wii).  Then we went to a local camera store to try to buy the camera I wanted.  It was out of stock.  Two hours later, I had a &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2ewjyk"&gt;new camera&lt;/a&gt; (made by Samsung - which I didn't know makes cameras)   And now I need to learn to use it.  Nothing is ever as simple as you would hope.  I’ll try to post some pictures before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of my fellow travelers have now put up blogs.  I have listed them to the right.  They also are collecting creative gifts to give to our hosts.  I'm afraid I am not up on the gifts - I have 4 &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/34y6se"&gt;small books on Wisconsin&lt;/a&gt; and a box of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwli1IxUeI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z2Td1v_Rz_c/s1600-h/MotionWsmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwli1IxUeI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z2Td1v_Rz_c/s200/MotionWsmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042946963057758690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "motion W" pins from the University of Wisconsin athletic department.  Maybe I'll try for some pencils or pens this week.  But then maybe I won't.  Many of my good intentions are being put by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More later.... Go Badgers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-3105775187946106106?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3105775187946106106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/3105775187946106106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/countdown-to-10.html' title='Countdown to 10'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/Rfwd3lIxUZI/AAAAAAAAACw/X4cZFLqb0os/s72-c/boeing_737__a_webpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-6644729220456062886</id><published>2007-03-03T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:29:46.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResjDTyLf0I/AAAAAAAAACY/KWhC9EsHoNo/s1600-h/suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResjDTyLf0I/AAAAAAAAACY/KWhC9EsHoNo/s200/suitcase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038159147901353794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am all about baggage.  I need to travel with as little as possible and bring extra luggage for the return trip.  We have been told that we will be given many gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have a basic suitcase, I need to get a &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/fcfhg"&gt;messenger bag&lt;/a&gt; to carry all of the things that I will need to have with me throughout the day.  So we went to REI and investigated their options. Too many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest bed is now the staging area for this excursion.  I had to buy little bottles of vitamins and aspirin – The Saudis want everything to be in its original packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the electronics.  I bought a &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/29xytv"&gt;new camera&lt;/a&gt; this week.  Cameras today sure have lots of bells and whistles.  I don’t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResjyzyLf2I/AAAAAAAAACo/vpe4Bp64fV8/s1600-h/casiocamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 98px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResjyzyLf2I/AAAAAAAAACo/vpe4Bp64fV8/s200/casiocamera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038159963945140066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; need all those fancy features- but I do want to take great pictures.  I also will bring my computer so I can upload pictures to this blog at night.  I hope I can take movies with the same camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the things you can’t bring.  The visa application stated rather emphatically that the penalty for drug possession is death. Visitors can not bring any symbols or literature of any religion beside Islam.  That includes jewelry, books, etc.  No liquor is allowed in the country.  And no reading, music, or videos that are considered to be vulgar or obscene are allowed.  I don’t have any problem with these rules – I just want to make sure that I don’t accidentally have anything on my ipod or in a book that someone in Saudi Arabia would find offensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-6644729220456062886?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6644729220456062886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=6644729220456062886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/6644729220456062886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/6644729220456062886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResjDTyLf0I/AAAAAAAAACY/KWhC9EsHoNo/s72-c/suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-5182356421272025939</id><published>2007-02-27T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:18:53.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I have read</title><content type='html'>Everyone who reads this knows that I am a librarian.   That means that I am in the business of reading and recommending books.  Since December I have been reading, reading, reading - almost all of it has been about Saudi Arabia.  Here are a few recommendations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yum7xc"&gt;Inside the Kingdom: My Life in Saudi Arabia (Carmen Bin Ladin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found this book very interesting.  Ms. Bin Ladin married into the now infamous family and had two daughters.  Over time, she found the opportunities for women to be stifling.  While the book is certainly not balanced, I could relate to her as an outsider.  I found her observations of Saudi Arabia fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/27cg3w"&gt;The Unveiling: An American Teacher in a Saudi Palace (Kristin Decker)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many Americans are employed in Saudi Arabia and this teacher and her husband took a job in a school with only two students!  The two children were part of royalty and the American couple were employed to extend their education by exposing them to Western ideas and ways of learning. Their family wanted them to eventually attend Western universities.  Surprising things happen that leave readers wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2gwqee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudi Customs and Etiquette (Kathy Cuddihy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Saudi friend, Mohamad, sent me this little book from Saudi Arabia! He has spent years in the US and now is in Saudi Arabia.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResdxzyLfyI/AAAAAAAAACI/FgPCetRJS4o/s1600-h/1900988526.01._SCTHUMBZZZ_AA90_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResdxzyLfyI/AAAAAAAAACI/FgPCetRJS4o/s200/1900988526.01._SCTHUMBZZZ_AA90_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038153349695504162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He found this book and felt that it gives Americans a better understanding of Saudi Arabia.  Since there are really no "tour books" for Saudi Arabia as there isn't any tourism, I found this book very useful at explaining, in a very balanced way, the protocol for getting along in Saudi Arabia.  I'll read it again when I return and decide if I agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2aut6r"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond The Dunes: An Anthology of Modern Saudi Literature &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salma K. Jayyusi (Ed))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare collection of Saudi poetry, short stories, and essays that show the tension between traditional Saudi Arabia and the rest of the world world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResgpTyLfzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lRTG-vIqOAE/s1600-h/Islamic+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResgpTyLfzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lRTG-vIqOAE/s200/Islamic+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038156502201499442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/24ayk3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islamic Art in Detail (Sheila R. Canby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we will be going to many museums and important buildings, I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to get a better understanding of the themes of Islamic art.  This exquisite&lt;br /&gt;book makes me excited about seeing the “real thing”.  The art is colorful&lt;br /&gt;and also full of non-traditional elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2xzyc7"&gt;A Brief History Of Saudi Arabia (James Wynbrandt)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We received this book from the program that is coordinating our trip.  I have several books from the "brief history" series in the library.  This was my first chance to read one.  The book is very well written.  I found the history fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2gt52z"&gt;The Sword of the Prophet  (Robert Goldston)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his book is a classic (published in 1982) about the beginnings of the Islamic empire.  Despite its age, it is still considered to be a primer for understanding the events and people who are active in the Islamic world today.  I am glad I read it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-5182356421272025939?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5182356421272025939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=5182356421272025939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5182356421272025939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/5182356421272025939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/02/books-i-have-read.html' title='Books I have read'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ResdxzyLfyI/AAAAAAAAACI/FgPCetRJS4o/s72-c/1900988526.01._SCTHUMBZZZ_AA90_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723959609005463389.post-8461368538067353126</id><published>2007-02-23T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:06:51.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I am leaving for Saudi Arabia in four weeks! It is hard to believe!  When I tell people that I am going, I commonly get two responses - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  The answer to the question is that I love to travel and have never been to the Middle East.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I believe that we must talk and listen to each other if we ever hope to understand each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDUCATORS TO SAUDI ARABIA: &lt;/span&gt;This is the fifth Aramco trip. The first two were not open for a national competition so this is the third national competition.  Usually about 150-200  applications are received for 24 slots. In order to apply, you must  be either a Social&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ReH4Miy6lwI/AAAAAAAAABI/qnr0vp86qt4/s1600-h/Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ReH4Miy6lwI/AAAAAAAAABI/qnr0vp86qt4/s200/Map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035578752759404290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Studies teacher or a librarian.  Another librarian from Wisconsin went last year. I am the only&lt;br /&gt;Wisconsin  teacher to be selected for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITINERARY:&lt;/span&gt; Our itinerary will not be known until we get to Houston. Previous groups have traveled to Dharhan, Riyadh, and Jeddah. We will be flying via Amsterdam - an 18 hour trip from Houston to Riyadh.  I am loading up my ipod, sharpening my pencil (to do Sudokus), and looking for a VERY compelling novel to fill the hours.  Hopefully, I will also get a good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ReHzzCy6lsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cntrJgeRZh4/s1600-h/index-home-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ReHzzCy6lsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cntrJgeRZh4/s200/index-home-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035573916626228930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOTHING&lt;/span&gt; We know it will be very hot and we know that women must be entirely covered.  A tailor will be making abayas (like the one shown) for the women on the first day.  We do have to cover our arms to the wrist and our shirts must cover the collar bone. The abayas will not cover all of this.  So today I went out to buy some clothes. Stores in Wisconsin do not sell "modest" summer clothes in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4723959609005463389-8461368538067353126?l=saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8461368538067353126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4723959609005463389&amp;postID=8461368538067353126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/8461368538067353126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4723959609005463389/posts/default/8461368538067353126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiarabia2007.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-month-to-go.html' title='One Month to Go'/><author><name>Kris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Ck_jWh-j2w/ReH4Miy6lwI/AAAAAAAAABI/qnr0vp86qt4/s72-c/Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
