Friday, March 28, 2008

So much is going on right now between work, friends, boys, figuring out my next steps etc. It's been an emotional roller coaster these past 2 weeks and yet I'm handling things much better than I used to. With 2 visitors here during the last 2 weeks, I haven't had much time to slow down, be by myself and think. They're gone now and I have time to think, but my mind is now going nonstop. I have a lot to blog about and will do that this weekend- with pics. I also have a lot of things to figure out and a few important discussions to have before my mind can relax a bit. When did we become adults? Can I go back?

Monday, March 17, 2008

Awesomeness

Crazy amazing weekend which I'll describe later, but first, a quick snippit. As a few of us were walking in the medina (downtown market), one of the shop owners (who happened to be black) looked me in the eye as I was passing and starts pumping his fist and saying, 'Obama, Obama, Obama.' I got really excited and was like 'Yeah!' Weird that he knew I was American without saying anything- especially since I wasn't wearing my flag or anything that day. Even over here, Obama's got some fans. Just classic.

Monday, March 10, 2008

BRETT BORKAN IS COMING HERE ON FRIDAY!!! YEAH!! Although he's coming for a conference and will only be in Tunis for 2 days and is coming with delegates he has to chaperone, but yeah!!
and
LILI IS COMING OUT TO TUNIS FOR OVER A WEEK!! One of my best friends from highschool is coming out here on March 19th and staying until the 27th!! Hamdoulah!!
Now to get off work for a day or two...

The expat network

Last Saturday night was one of those times when the day after you stop and think 'did alllll of that really happen in just one night??' Things started off with Sarra and I getting all dolled up to head to her/our friend Nadia's house in Sidi Bou Said for an art show. The house is incredible with the most amazing view of Tunis and the ocean and the amazing works from the artist that adorned the house were just the icing on the cake. Safia and my gay French friend met us there and we enjoyed shmoozed and oohed and ahhed over the works.

My friend Safia then, suggested that we check out her friend's party that was also in Sidi Bou. She said I'd probably know a few people there, but it was a goodbye party for one of the German guys that was leaving. Never to turn down a party, especially one that was nearby, we went. Lordy do I love Safia's friends. I seriously seriously think she knows every expat in Tunisia. Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to hang out just with expats, but it's so fun being in a completely international environment. There were Germans Austrians, Senegalese, Portuguese, Iraqis, Tunisian/German, French, French/Tunisian, Tunisians, Colombian/American, Belgian, etc. The list goes on. (Sarra spent the night trying to get me to date the cute Iraqi guy because it would be 'such a fairytale')(oh and a lot of the guys were quite attractive which made me and Sarra and my gay friend quite happy)

We had some great conversations in various different languages, but what was very interesting for me, was to hear about how all of these different people from all over happened to end up here and what they've done before. Most surprising/impressive was a Belgian man named Sebastian (older than the rest of the group) who is here working for the African Development Bank (very interested in that) and who happens to be blind. It's hard enough living and working in a foreign country without adding a handicap to that. Not to mention that Tunisia is not very well equipped to deal with disabilities. But, he said he is very much enjoying Tunisia and his work here and hopes to extend his contract. Whatta story! I had some great conversations about the elections in the States, a discussion about the cultural differences btw East and West Berlin with representatives from both sides, the difficulties of NGOs in Tunisia, etc. Too many interesting stories and points of views.

Best of all, is I think the night helped answer some questions in my head. I've been severely struggling with the 'what next' question. Do I stick with the corporate route? Do i try out international law? Do I go the international org route? The questions are endless. I came here hoping to have some answered and have been frustrated that answers haven't come easily, but I think I'm finally seeing the light. Now that I have a better picture of what I don't want to be doing and what might interest me more, it's time to get the old resume out there and see what options arise.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Amazing.
My coworker Oussema just asked me if I have ever seen Snakes on a Plane.
I laughed so hard I was crying.
You can only imagine my response which is not appropriate for here.
Thank god globalization has allowed even the worst of our movies to make it across the globe.

Another Madison @er coming to Tunisia???!!!! I knew there was a reason why @ Madison was (is?) the best...

Monday, March 03, 2008

Opening (or closing) my eyes

In Tunisia, a very important part of the culture are the hammams. These 'bath houses' are similar to Turkish baths in that men go to men's hammams and women and young children go to the women's hammams in order to get scrubbed down. Sarra and her aunt took me on Saturday for my first hammam experience to what was definitely a 'real Tunisian hammam', i.e. i was the first foreigner to have stepped foot in there which definitely surprised a few women when they asked me questions only to be responded by a blank stare or 'excuse me' in Arabic.
Upon entering, we paid 3 dinars each and found a 'locker' to put our stuff in. I tried very hard to ignore my American sense of humility, but I still decided to wear a bikini. Sarra laughed at me a bit and said, "after going in there, you will never feel bad about your body again." That was an understatement. Part of the 3 dinars is for a complete body scrubdown performed by a large Tunisian woman who very quickly will thwart any efforts at humility. At one point during the 10 minute skin 'exfoliation', Sarra came over to check on me. The hammam woman was apparently quite concerned at how red my skin turned which made us laugh really hard because people here always seem to be afraid of how red my skin gets at the slightest of a scratch. We assured her that I was fine. The experience ends with cleaning the dead skin off of oneself with soap and buckets of water.
It was certainly an experience. You do feel amazingly amazingly clean after the scrubbing+sauna, but it was certainly a large challenge to my sense of propriety and 'appropriateness'. Sarra semi-jokingly suggested that we open a hammam in the States, but while a more expensive one with private rooms might be popular, the idea of being cleaned in front of many strangers would probably be met with reactions similar to mine. I was extremely impressed with the 'who cares' attitude of the women there- no one trying to suck in their stomachs or make sure their legs are shaved. It was definitely an experience. Ooh and after we went and got our hair did by a little woman with a little shop- only 3.5 dinars for a styling! It was truly an Alison becomes Tunisian type of day. Next post about the night... good stuff!