We are firmly into a holiday schedule of ‘late to bed’ and ‘late up.’ The day after tomorrow this will have to change back to early to bed and early rising. I can see why people like retirement – no need to be anywhere early.
Our medical tourism trip also turned out to be a gastronomy trip. We have hundreds of pictures to prove it, including this morning’s Arabic brunch with three kinds of goat cheese, olives, olive oil and a herb mixture with cumin, coriander, anise, sesame seeds, and black pepper, to roll the cheese in.
We checked out the beach across from the brunch place but found it too crowded for the steep entry fee and then made our way down to the faux-Venice area called Jumeira Madinat, where the small ferry boats called ‘abras’ replace the gondolas.
We discovered there was a theatre and bought tickets for the day’s show (When Harry met Sally). I thought it would be a Dubai adaptation but it was the real thing, pictures of New York as backdrop. If you’d seen the audience you wouldn’t have guessed you were deep in the Arab world. It could have been New York or London.
Sitting with his back to the faux canal and the color-changing Burj al Arab, Axel finally had his medium rare steak with a glass of Shiraz before we go back to mutton and pomegranate juice. It was one more thing we could scratch of his Dubai wish list before heading back home. There are a few more things left and all of them have to happen tomorrow: one more PT session for Axel, my wrist and knee stitches out, a visit to the nature reserve where the flamingoes are, and maybe one more Indian lunch (or dinner).
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