On the way home we saw so many masjids. There were men praying under trees, there were taxis packed to the absolute max, there were stray dogs in the street, there were cats everywhere, there were men with shotguns slung across their back (either police or military, not sure yet), there were people dodging cars to cross the street, it was so different than my beautiful Florida. One thing that is the same - it’s hot.
When we arrived home the taxi driver and the Bowab took all the suitcases off the roof and whatever carry ons we left in the van out. A woman brought the bags up to our 3rd floor apartment. I think she is the Bowab’s daughter. For those of you who don’t know, the Bowab is the building’s doorman. He will bring up groceries and whatever else you may be carrying for a tip.
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