dubai

in the airport in dubai - waited in line for at least half an hour or so to get a crack at one of 8 overburdened computers featuring free internet and a constant crowd of online chatters. The Dubai airport is everything you would expect, large, sterile, shiney, florescent, open 24 hours. There's a starbucks (I'll take a photo of the arabic sign), a cosi, a burger king, and even a coldstone creamery (although I ordered my fave and it did not taste so good... they haven't quite mastered the cookie dough thing).
Leaving last night we bumped into our neighbor and his two small boys outside as we were loading my luggage into the car. The older one (4 yrs) looks at me and says: "Miss Abra, you look like a boy!" I think given our recent halloween costumes (Matt dressed as me and I dressed as him, conplete with penciled on goatee) they probably now have some serious questions about my gender.
Okay, so I am going to try and be the thoughtful person who doesn't monopolize the computer for hours on end while people wait patiently for a turn. I have 5 more hours before my India flight leaves, so I am going to enjoy some middle eastern starbucks, read my book, and maybe try to get some sleep.