We had to throw in the obligatory "Dust/Dirt" picture... We were away from the flat, windows securely closed, for a month and yet, somehow, the desert creeps in. It's an ongoing battle which is never won, just constantly kept at bay. People here joke about how the sands are trying to reclaim the territory the city took over, and I'm beginning to believe them! It has become habitual for us, when picking up a book or a note pad off the counter, to first wipe it down or brush it off, our hands then covered with the fine, brown desert grit. Our most astounding bit of culture shock when we first arrived back in the states- No dust/dirt!!! The counter tops and tables? Clean! And the next day, with the windows open... still clean! We routinely wiped our hands across surfaces in amazement...
Photos: Our windowsill in the flat; a carved crocodile (the tail in the photo) lounges in the dust; before the finger swipe test... And after... Yikes!
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