A smooshy mish mash that is only good with all the parts
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Color me Bali
I love Bali so far thanks to the lovely hosts Nathan and Elaina, the house is relaxing, the pool is refreshing, Sunday the puppy is keeping me on my toes. We spent the night in Singapore on the way to Bali so I will post some photos of that soon.
The thing about Smores
is that they are only something that would happen in America. By America I mean the U.S.A. One of the many times I realized I was different recently was camping with girlfriends. Everyone knew what to do, how to stop a bear from eating you, how to keep water out of your tent, how to cook a 5 course meal over a campfire. I didn't grow up camping, in Arabia nobody wants to leave their home to go sleep in a tent. The U.N. gives tents to refugees when their homes get demolished by Israel. So the thought of sleeping in a tent for fun is not something that Arabs take lightly. Long story short, I felt like the odd guy at the campfire. One thing that came so naturally was of course THE SMORE. All the mushy goo goodness is so right.
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