Case in point: for the longest time and for the life of me, I could not remember the name Abu Dhabi even though we have family living there. I kept referring to it as Yabba Dabba Doo...much to the chagrin of everyone. BUT, they all knew what I was talking about! This just proves that even though my brain is a bit wonky, I can still get my meaning across. : )
Anywaaay, as I mentioned in M.E. Adventure: Part 1, we traveled to Yabba Dabba Doo...uh, Abu Dhabi so we could do this:
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Heaven! |
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I like YOU! |
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Surprise scruffies. |
And to celebrate with these people:
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Happy Birthday Honey Cake! |
While we were there, when we were not holding the baby, we did do some sightseeing:
The Presidential Palace:
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Opulence much? |
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Opulent, but actually quite soothing color choices. |
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Our cute little tour guide. |
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A visit to the Abu Dhabi location of the Louvre Art Museum (yeah, THAT Louvre, like the one in Paris, but in the UAE instead) :
We didn't get a chance to go inside, but we did eat at a FANCY French restaurant next to the museum for Joe's birthday.
Unfortunately it was colder than we expected and Joe had to wear my scarf as a shall:
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Cute! |
We went to the Grand Mosque:
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Pretty darn grand. |
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Dressed in tradition clothes provided by Mosque. |
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Pretty, but most of the facility was off limits to visitors. |
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No visit to a Mosque is complete without a purchase of a stuffed banana. |
In my humble opinion, the neighborhood mosques are much prettier than the 'Grand' one:
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A neighborhood mosque near the grocery store. |
Geographically, Abu Dhabi is especially unique because it is a desert on the shores of the Persian Gulf. It is a kind of strange juxtaposition of geographic regions:
Having grown up in Orange County, California, I was struck by how much Abu Dhabi reminded me of OC - for better or worse. I did not feel like I was in what I had imagined the Middle East to be.
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Full moon shining on modern hotels... |
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...that have a prayer space in the hotel lobby. |
But at the end of the day, being with our family was the best part of visiting Yabba Dabba Doo 😉
Today's poem is about the "joys" of babies that you might forget once your kids are grown:
tiny tickles
on his tummy
soon after
something yummy
baby giggles
face lights up
and then OOPS
he spits up
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