by Deborah Quinn | Jun 1, 2013 | Abu Dhabi, lost in translation, Travel, UAE
Driving from Oman back to Abu Dhabi, this: Blowing sand, I think. That, or a huge wave of cicadas is about to hit the Washington Monument.
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 13, 2013 | Abu Dhabi, lost in translation, UAE
Abu Dhabi has a parking system that (mostly) works really well. You can set up an online parking account and then when you park, you just send a text to Mawaqif and presto, you’re paid up. I’ve never had any problems, at least until the other day. I...
by Deborah Quinn | Nov 25, 2012 | Abu Dhabi, expat, family, food, lost in translation, NaBloPoMo, UAE
I left most of my cookbooks in New York when we moved out here. With epicurious and all the other food websites (dinnerdujour, anyone? or the fantastically named ezrapoundcake?) I figured I could use that space to pack more of Caleb’s important Sticks and...
by Deborah Quinn | Oct 28, 2012 | expat, family, Kids, lost in translation, Travel, Uncategorized
It all would’ve been fine if Caleb and Liam hadn’t quarreled about who woke up whom at what time. There we were at breakfast at the wonderfully named Moevenpick Hotel (say it out loud: move-n-pick, like pick-n-roll but without the ball), just outside the gates to...
by Deborah Quinn | Jun 17, 2012 | Abu Dhabi, Children, Education, expat, Kids, lost in translation, Parenting, Politics, religion
About two weeks ago, we got notification from the boys’ school that today, 17 June, would be a national holiday and the school would be closed. National holidays on short notice. One of the perks of life in the U.A.E. I’ll give you a minute to think about...
by Deborah Quinn | Feb 1, 2012 | Abu Dhabi, expat, lost in translation, street notes, UAE
and yet the abayas in the window were embroidered, sequined, spangled–not dismal at all.
