I am an American who lives in Panama but who works in Saudi Arabia. You’ve heard the story a thousand times. I teach English. Today was a good day at work. I administered a couple of tests and made some tapes. No muss no fuss.
Why then am I siezed by a sudden revultion with this place? I have worked here for six years, I am just hitting my stride really, getting the place figured out. I have my kitchen going, I am mastering desserts this month. I am hitting to pool every afternoon. Life is good.
Until I read the thread about “Learn Spanish.” Although I live in Panama, I have never taken a Spanish lesson in my life and it is an embarrasment to both my (Panamaniac) wife and I.
I feel a need to go somewhere and learn Spanish.
Maybe I am just homesick.
Or maybe it is this.
A kid in my office (recent Saudi uiversity grad, degree in English) told me he prayed for the destruction of the USA. I asked him why he wanted my mother dead and he assured it it was nothing personal. This guy is bright and hard-working. Wonderful English, nice guy. He wants (one of my) my nation(s) destroyed.
Nobody in this country has ever invited me into his home. Nobody has offered an Arabic class (OK, so I wouldn;t have taken it, but let me vent.) Nobody has done a gosh-darn thing to make us expats feel welcome. Seperate housing, shopping, schools the whole thingee.
Anyway, just wanted to vent my spleen. A buddy has offered me a gig in Ecuador. Maybe I’l take it.