Florence and the Feast of Death

Feeling at ease with my comfortable persona, dragged roughly from its sandy shelter where it had been stored for a few months.
School is in and work has begun.  This has been a much easier transition than my first foray into Kuwait and its schools. Familiarity is a friend and it was with great pleasure that I met with my students who are pretty amazing.
Back into the gym bu t that has been hard to do.... sleep has been an enemy and it translates into reluctance . That is about t o be swept aside.
I must discuss American cuisine. I have been fortunate(or otherwise) to sample the delights of a sugar salt and fat fueled diet aa couple of times due to the number of franchised restaurants here. IHOP for breakfast leaves one knowing that syrup pancakes and cream is perhaps not the best way to begin the day..... but the peak of USA cuisine must surely be Texas Roadhouse...... the yearning for something hugely filling became tooooooo much and I caved in to my desires. Off we go then.... beautiful soft Kuwait evening, sandy skies hiding stars but the moon was brightly shining on the mausoleu of the desire.
It’s kind of nice that one never has to leave the table empty- so a mango strawberry margarita sans alcohol, fries, fried chicken, honey mustard mayonnaise, the token excellent salad which could not rip me from the seductive fats, served to sit heavily.........
we left
And I say
Don’t ever let me go there again.....
I think the American cuisine and I can part for a while and it will be back to the Lebanese and the sushi and the more tasty aspects of life in Kuwait.
Off to the beach this morning for a swim in the salty ocean where nothing ever sinks!,,,,,