My time here in the five star hotel, Beach Rotana, is fast drawing to a close. I've had a wonderful stay, especially as the staff have treated us like royalty. However, there is such a thing as too much of a good number and I'm really eager to meet my new colleagues and students, start work and move into my new apartment. I think I will like life in this country.
Before I came, I decided I would be better off if I were to 'go native' and wear an abaya; but my confidence in my own judgement was rocked when a workmate of Tom's said not to because people would think I was being disrespectful. So I was pleased to learn that not only do the people here rejoice when someone like me adopts their way of dressing, but my head teacher will probably insist that I wear one. A thousand blessings on the principal who does. Such a direction does a lot for me: it will boost my confidence about appearing in one; solve the problem of what to wear at work and probably put me in the position of gaining acceptance more easily than if I had not.
In any case, I'm a 70s chick. Way back in the day, the 'maxi-skirt' was all the rage. I had trouble getting mum and dad to let me wear one, but I've always loved the fashion. Honestly, people from non-abaya wearing countries need to see some of them. They are absolutely gorgeous and so feminine. The other day I went into a shop to enquire about a very plain abaya in the window which I'd really fallen for. Some time in the shop, showed me that they also stocked the most beautiful 'cheilas'-sorry not sure about the spelling so have done it phonetically. A cheila is a scarf. These ones were embroidered with the most wonderful and colorful paterns. I definitely am going native.-Sorry Tom but I did warn you before I left.
If that isn't enough, there are many sari shops and the outfits on sale in them are wonderous to behold. My wardrobe while out here will definitely not be western in any shape or form. I think I'm in love!
Before I came, I decided I would be better off if I were to 'go native' and wear an abaya; but my confidence in my own judgement was rocked when a workmate of Tom's said not to because people would think I was being disrespectful. So I was pleased to learn that not only do the people here rejoice when someone like me adopts their way of dressing, but my head teacher will probably insist that I wear one. A thousand blessings on the principal who does. Such a direction does a lot for me: it will boost my confidence about appearing in one; solve the problem of what to wear at work and probably put me in the position of gaining acceptance more easily than if I had not.
In any case, I'm a 70s chick. Way back in the day, the 'maxi-skirt' was all the rage. I had trouble getting mum and dad to let me wear one, but I've always loved the fashion. Honestly, people from non-abaya wearing countries need to see some of them. They are absolutely gorgeous and so feminine. The other day I went into a shop to enquire about a very plain abaya in the window which I'd really fallen for. Some time in the shop, showed me that they also stocked the most beautiful 'cheilas'-sorry not sure about the spelling so have done it phonetically. A cheila is a scarf. These ones were embroidered with the most wonderful and colorful paterns. I definitely am going native.-Sorry Tom but I did warn you before I left.
If that isn't enough, there are many sari shops and the outfits on sale in them are wonderous to behold. My wardrobe while out here will definitely not be western in any shape or form. I think I'm in love!
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