helen keller's favorite color is chuck norris

So, maybe tonight I was incredibly rude, but maybe I wasn't. I walked around old Sana'a with a girl living on my floor and intended to be all touristic (a word I picked up in Morocco) with the picture taking and then wasn't particularly, but I did get in and ask a couple of shops in the souq to take pictures of their cloth. This stuff is in-sane. It's wildly colorful and be-fuckin-dazzled, yet all you see when people are walking around is black, black, black. Though the cloth seen on flickr is probably more for wedding dresses (where women can be as revealing as they want because men and women have separate wedding parties.) than every day wear.

On second thought, about the touristic thing, maybe I wasn't particularly tonight, but throughout the day, I got quite a few really good pictures. (check it)

Apparently, the other day, I was talking about my old people from work and the girl I was talking (American) with asked about the dialect in Missouri, because apparently I switched to "Ozark" without meaning to or any thought involved. And... that kinda made me happy.

Today, I had class to make up for the missed class earlier this week, then I met this girl headed to lunch with some other people and went with them. Salta again, it is quite good. We went to lunch with two of the professors at the institute, and we were driving back, and then they left and there were three of us girls sitting in the car and a BUS HITS the car. Oh yeah. None of use were able to speak Arabic well enough to this guy (who has a sizable wad of gat in his cheek) to be like "yo, this isn't our car, he said he'd be back in five minutes, but maybe it's been longer than that already" but, he hung around and Lucy went of to find the teacher. In the end, the two shook hands, looked at the scratch and were like "it's okay" shook hands and we went our ways. Really, you should see the cars here, maybe they all look a bit like farm trucks.