Hand up, with loud voice "TAXI !".

All of the national taxis are silver, usually a Camry, but not always a Camry. The drivers are from all over the world. Some speak better English than others. Their friendliness, sense of humor, driving skills and ability to find where you are wanting to go tips from one side of the scale to the other. 
So here are a few tips for taxi riding... 

1. Always, I mean ALWAYS make note of the number of your taxi. It is on the outside of the taxi and will be printed on the receipt. Receipt? you ask> yes, if you get a receipt when you pay him, it will state any needed info you may need. 

Why would I need the info? you ask...
Ummm well if you are like me, you might accidentally leave something in the taxi that you want need back. 
Your taxi driver might not be up to par, and in some way offended or talked to you in an unprofessional manner, or you may need to report a squirrel running loose in the taxi or any of a myriad of reasons. Just get the number. 

2. If you like a particular taxi driver, get his cell phone mobile number and see if he is available the next time you need a taxi. Works well for some, not so much for others. I have had several I like and if I am in the hotel and going many places I used them if they were available. 

3. If you have been at a hotel and had a lively libation or two, please be aware there is no tolerance for public inebriation here, and if your taxi driver is aware you have had too much fun, he can take you directly to the police department to drop you off. 

4. Refrain from any PDA in a taxi... what's that you say? It isn't exactly Public? Oh honey, yes, yes it is and did you read number 3? That is the scenario... 

5. If your taxi driver is obviously lost, the meter is climbing right along with your frustration... your voice is about to get loud... What do you do? POLITELY say "This is fine right here, just let me out at the corner". Then pay and get out of the car. What's that you say? You still aren't at Jones The Grocer and have no idea where it is? Hail another taxi, ask him before you get in the car if he knows where your destination is and then choose to take that taxi or not. 

6. If you have a problem with a driver, he will argue, just take the number and call the taxi hub center and tell them about what was wrong. It isn't worth a few dirhams to have a public brawl with a taxi driver. 

7. What? You don't like being thrown from one side of the car to the other or your neck popped as he is slamming on the brakes at a stop light? The incessant honking of the horn is not music to your ears? EASY PEASY, tell him to slow down, you are not in a hurry. If he drives safely you will tip him more. Works MOST of the time... if it doesn't, see number 5. 

8. If you want a taxi and there are none to be found, make sure you take note of the number where you can call and one will be sent specifically for you. Ask any hotel concierge or desk person or a taxi driver and they can give it to you. It is a short wait, it costs a few more dirhams, but 99% of the time, it is worth it. 

9. If you leave something in the taxi. DON'T PANIC. If you got the number of the taxi or the receipt, you will get your item back. IF *GASP* you DIDN'T... you *probably* will get it back. I have had one thing returned and lost the other forever. (before I started keeping the number of the taxi) 

10. If you ever catch a taxi that is NOT silver, they do not live by the rules of the others. If you are traveling out west in it, NEGOTIATE the price AHEAD OF TIME. Even after you arrive at your destination they will try to get more... stick to your guns, state what was negotiated and pay only that. These guys hang out at the bus station and will approach you if it looks like you are riding a bus out to the western region. If you are cheap like me, just tell them you only have enough money for the bus. They usually turn tail and run walk away at that point. IF they don't, just ignore them and walk on. 

*That goes for anyone bugging you, just ignore and keep moving... 

Hope that helps, and remember a taxi ride to IKEA is expensive, plan to spend the day and eat dinner there as well. (Unless you are staying at the Yaz, in that case, insert Marina Mall for IKEA) 

Life is Life, No Matter Where You Are

This summer I have had the opportunity to drive across the US of A, on a selfish tour of areas I have always wished I could visit. 
The thoughts that cross your mind as you look out the window at sites you might have never seen if it weren't for the teaching opportunity in the UAE are varied and enlightening. The ability to travel more, do things I have never done and see the wonders of the world is the icing on the cake, but don't think that it doesn't come with a price. 
Wherever you teach/work, there are consequences or trade-offs. This job is no different. 
I have to say it is very rewarding for me, but it is also the most difficult work I have ever done. I have never worked harder or gone home more tired than I have for the last two years. 
No matter where you live, you have bills to pay, choices to make, temptations to avoid or fall into and money issues, good or bad. 

Personally, I have tried to not have any debt, pay my bills off every month or two months if necessary. The UAE is not a place you want to have any debt (within the country) and try to leave the "right" way. 

Work is work, no matter where you are. It is messy, difficult, frustrating, rewarding, fun, an adventure or miserable from one day to the next. This is a constant, no matter where you are. 
You will be informed about how you have been hired to work, not play and wait for the next vacation period. 
On the other side, you are able to have some wonderful adventures in and out of the country....  due to location, holiday breaks and in some cases, ability to save money because there isn't any temptation to spend it (Western Zone).
I do think it is easier to save money due to the housing allowance and low utilities as well as the low price of gas. 

Fashion Fest

When you first arrive in the sandbox, many places you go, you will see women dressed similarly to this:

At first, you won't be able to tell the difference between nationals, locals, Egyptians, or Expats dressed in an abaya. 

Then when you see the shops that make abayas in the mall, you will see fabulous abayas with just as fabulous prices.

 DO NOT BUY AN ABAYA 

IN A REGULAR MALL! 

Thy will look similar to this one, however, they also have other colors, collars, and decoration. The main thing to keep in mind is that it should be to the floor, or even a bit too long for the floor. One other tidbit, is you will wish you had pockets and if you have one tailored, just tell them you want pockets and voila' you will have them.

If you are placed in a school that has Egyptian teachers, they wear abayas of many colors, sometimes black, but mostly other colors. This one is very similar to ones I have seen in the western region and sometimes around Abu Dhabi. 

Personally, I haven't been to any Emirate weddings, but I have been to a few birthday parties for Egyptian children at their homes and the dress was similar to this one. From what I hear of the weddings, it is very similar with very dressy dresses. As the weddings are segregated and there are only women in the party room, there is not a big need to cover up, but most are what we would consider ballroom attire. 

So, what do you pack since you don't have an abaya and you shouldn't worry about buying one before you come (take it from me, they are nicer and less expensive here and you can have them tailored to fit)? 

The maxi skirt, a light knit sweater and scarves are your three best friends, and the next one is a long sleeve button down long enough to cover your bum in the back. Even with high waisted pants, it is best to cover your bum. 

This is a bad picture but they are great skirts and can be found inexpensively at Old Navy. 

This type of jacket is very common here, and can be dressed down or dressed up. 

And then there is the scarf. If you have any you love, bring them. They are a staple here. 

DON'T GO OUT AND BUY ANY BEFORE YOU GET HERE!

They are everywhere, pashmina, hashmina, and you will find more than you can wear in a year very inexpensively. Never pay more than 40 AED for a nice one and never more than 100 for a super fancy one, either silk or wool. Inexpensive ones are in all the mega shops such as Lulu's and Carrefour. 

When I came, I brought 4 button down shirts, two of which are fine wale corduroy and I am so thankful I have them. I wear them often, sometimes over a sleeveless shirt and unbuttoned. 

 So how do you cover up with respect and not look dowdy? Well here are a few looks, you might consider... 

A great winter look and you will probably not need any more of a jacket than this.

 Here are a few fashionable ideas. Keep in mind that these are all work attire ideas. You can 

Keep in mind that these are all work attire ideas. You can wear clothing of your choice elsewhere, but it is always good to be respectful of the culture. 

How could you wear this sleeveless dress to work? Add a jacket and a scarf, or wear it under an abaya. 

For a day out shopping this is appropriate, but personally, I would wear a scarf or a higher neck (most of the time). 

I hope these visuals help you. If you don't have any of these, it is ok, you can build a pretty simple wardrobe easily and then add a piece or two as you go along. 

An example of what people wear out and about, today I saw a woman in a string tank top and jeans at the grocery store, in the middle of Ramadan, when you should dress more conservatively. I was wearing a tank top with some loose slacks and a grey sheer long-sleeve shirt over it, unbuttoned except for the top button. 

Guest Post- Surprises- Guest Post

Below is a little insight from another sandbox friend. 

I have always been a planner.  But of course that comes with the territory, doesn’t it?  Teachers are planners.  Most of us love making plans, though admittedly at some times the time required to plan seems to get in the way of what’s actually being planned.    That’s irony, teacher style.

Now as I’m getting older, I seem to be discovering another passion, the thrill of being surprised!  In fact I think it’s become one of the great joys of life.  As I think back over the course of my life and career (they aren’t the same?), the surprises that came to me seem much more interesting than those things that I planned and expected.I came back to the States from Kuwait in 2001 wanting to buy a house.  And lo, 7 years later, I was returning to the Middle East.  As I was sitting at my desk one day, out of the blue came a call from an old supervisor in Kuwait, “What are you doing?  Want a job?”  And that’s how I continued the journey that was to put me in Kuwait for a total of 7 years.  Hmmm… I was waiting for a flight for Kuwait one day, looked up and noticed the Gate Number, 7.  I got on the flight and, lo and behold, seat 7, row G, the 7^th letter.  Hmmm…I got to Kuwait and the 7’s were popping upeverywhere.  Now I’m not generally superstitious, but I began thinking maybe God was trying to tell me something.  I began thinking back over things and I saw patterns of 7.  Masters in 1991, flight to Kuwait in 1998.  Graduate program in 2005. Return to the States in 2012.  Intervals of 7.  Hmmm…
I am coming to the point in life that I like surprises.  And this is how I look at this new opportunity in Abu Dhabi.  Maybe I won’t see patterns of 7 when I get there, but I just know that there are going to be many good and glorious surprises.  With a little willingness to pay attention to people, I’m open and hopefully wide awake.  Oh, God, don’t let me sweat the small stuff and be aware of the wonderful surprises that are just around the corner.
Meanwhile, I guess I’ll have to think about plans for this trip…are the suitcases packed?  

x

Dialing It Up

First of all, a HUGE Thank You to all of you who are reading and giving positive feedback. 
Your requests for certain topics you would like to read more about are very welcome. However, you need to be aware that there is not freedom of speech here, written or spoken. Things have to be seen through rose colored glasses. 
There has been a recent incident in Dubai taking to the headlines of Yahoo about a Norwegian  woman and her being jailed instead of the man who she says raped her. Just google it. 
I would link it but the link will not stay a working link I suspect, after the story dies down. I think her story came out due to her nationality and the fact she had been working in Doha, and not the UAE. 
So, on the subject of safety. Like drinking and driving, things here don't mix. If you are going to drink, have a license. If you are going to drive, don't drink. If you are going to socialize and hope to meet someone, don't drink. If you are drinking, don't put your self in a difficult and possibly dangerous situation. 
Having sex out of wedlock is against the law. Drinking without a license is against the law. 

Now think about Prohibition in the '30's.... exactly. 
Now, even though I do try to see things through rose colored glasses, I don't want you to think things here are perfect. Everyone has their trials and tribulations. Your life will never be the same, and yes,  I know how silly that sounds. 
My friends told them the same thing before I came here. 
They were absolutely right. I see many things very differently and am glad I have had the chance to see things I could change about myself and how I "view" things. 
Common sense and patience are the best allies you can have here. Use them wisely and don't expect to find them in others. 
Some show this adventure as pure "play" and at school, that is exactly what I try to do. However, after school, keeping things on the DL is the best way to go. 
Now, give me some easier subjects to address. 

This isn't Kansas or Walking the Fine Line

The adrenaline and excitement running through my veins while I drove home three hours after my interview and basic knowledge of knowing I would be offered the job. 

One of my first calls wasn't to brag to anyone, or share my great news. I called my brother. We aren't close, we talk, but it is all just "polite" conversation, most of the time. 

He was in the military for the majority of his adult life and just retired. I had one question for him. 

"How safe is the UAE?" 

"Safer than where you are living today." 

was his answer. 

If you are friends with me on Facebook, this is a post I shared of my thoughts on safety in the UAE. 

Excerpt: 

In the UAE, I have hitch hiked and thought nothing of getting a ride with a complete stranger somewhere and they thought nothing of picking me up. I surmise it is very much like living in the United States in the 1950's. I can leave my purse in my basket at the store and not worry. If I lose something in a taxi it is quickly returned with pleasure. The people are friendly, respectful and will help you with whatever you need, regardless of what it is. They open up their homes to you and offer you a meal or tea/coffee. 

Sitting in the passenger seat of a comfy and decked out pickup a few weeks ago, I started questioning my sanity. 

"Are you insane? Why are you in a pickup?, with an Arab man you do not know?, who is taking you to a hospital way out in BFE (almost literally) that you don't know where is? What made you think it was ok to get in a vehicle with a stranger that has driven for more than 30 minutes toward the desert?" 

Then I got out my mobile and asked a friend via text where the hospital was located. 

Sure enough, it is BFE and this wonderfully kind man offered me a ride (even after learning where I was going). 

We arrived on time, he was nice and expected nothing in return. It was over 50 AED to get back after my appointment. 

How did this happen? My thought was to leave my accommodation to catch a taxi to the hospital since I didn't know where it was. Takes the stress off of driving around in circles to find anything here. So I was walking to the nearest taxi stand and a man on a white horse rode up beside me in a white pickup pulled up beside me. He asked if I was ok and if I needed a ride. My hair is blond in the back (as I am letting the gray grow out) and I have a feeling this might have been part of the reason, but I still was happy to have a ride in a pickup (rarer than the SUV here unless it is a workers vehicle). 

I didn't think twice about getting in the truck or that he wouldn't do what he said he would. 

Of course, I have lived in the western region and went walking for exercise and was asked if I needed a ride somewhere. 

I have never felt safer. That being said... things do happen here that are not what an American would think are safe or fair. 

My advice is: 

Watch your behavior when out in public. 

Don't be impolite or fly the bird to anyone. Follow the road rules which is to let the locals drive as they want and stay out of their way as much as possible.

 Keep your expletives as I do, to myself in my car and who ever else is riding with me. 

If you choose to indulge in cocktails, watch your behavior and who you talk to. 

Don't turn into Natalee Holloway only older. 

Choose to have parties at home or take a taxi going to and from gatherings at local hotels. 

IF YOU WATCH WHAT YOU DO AND SAY AND DRESS WITH PRECAUTION or like me, you are an older woman with no desire to have children, you will be fine. 

This is not your country, they don't have the freedoms you may have taken for granted in the past. When in Rome... 

Things we see as injustices here are due to the laws and beliefs of the nation, and not our home nation. 

The closest thing to something that "smelled" like a scary situation was someone in a parking lot trying to fence stolen mobile phones. Even that happens here. 

Hope that helps. Stay safe and be happy that you can shop here like it is the 1950's... you can leave a bag anywhere and it will be there when you get back. 

Orientation- You Can Bank On It

In the first few days in the hotel, you will be made aware of a meeting or two. One will be to welcome you. One will be somewhat informative. Another one to help you get things in order, such as banking, phone, housing assignments etc. 

Meetings here are usually short, once they begin. If you know Mañana Time, then you will understand Insha'allah time. 
The idea of orderly fashioned lines and progress from one area to the next is really a new concept. It might be better than when I arrived. I will say that two years ago, it was so frustrating for the Type A, strong personality of order and common sense, in every hotel someone took over the mic and started directing people to different areas. It was quite humorous to watch. Part of me wanted to be the one with the microphone and part of me just wanted to go back to the room and nap until the chaos passed. I chose the latter. 
One of the tables will be to get your banking set up. They use one bank, National Bank of Abu Dhabi. Some people have had trouble with NBAD, and have had their banking switched to another one. I haven't had any trouble and am still banking with them. One of the main questions people ask is about sending money home. 
As with many things, banking here is a personal choice and your transfers are as well. Many people transfer money online and pay a lower charge than if they went into the bank to do it. I have always used my happy, sweet teller, that was on Delma Island, because I could get all my banking needs taken care of at once. I have already learned that in the city, the service is not as "small town friendly" as it was in the west. 
Some use the exchange places to send money home and say it is cheaper. I have only used them to exchange currencies when traveling. Some of them offer better exchange rates than others. Recently exchanged at Lulu's for my trip home and was really happy with the exchange rate there. 
As far as your bank in the US. Check their rates and charges for overseas transfers. Make sure you have their info and IBAN numbers. I have two accounts in the US and am switching them both when I am home this time to a local bank and one that doesn't cost me money to transfer. It is a personal choice, so choose what works for you. Transferring money home is easy, painless and can be done without costing you more money. I transfer, then I use bill pay for bills at home or transfer money to my college age children. Easy peasy. 

Along with your bank account set up, they will have someone asking you to sign up for a credit card. First, I will say I don't have any credit cards in the states, and am glad to be debt free. I didn't want a credit card, but it is imperative to have one to rent a car, so I did sign up for it. 
It works best to pay it off each month when you get paid, so that your car rental, if you choose to have one, will be paid and not add up. 

One of the tables will be wanting you to sign up for a sim card from the main mobile and internet company, Etisalat. There is another company here, but if you don't know your location assignment yet, it is best to go with the one mentioned. The coverage area of the other one is not as vast or as strong in all parts of the emirates. 
Personally I waited for almost a month, when it was requested of all of us to have a mobile number, then I purchased one with a phone. I am not a phone snob, I just want one I like and has the features I need. 
So I didn't bring an "unlocked" phone with me. As much technology as I have, I am very low tech in some ways. 

Electric Company

Today I arrived at the electric co. 10 minutes before they opened and this is the line in front of me. Actually, it is just part of the line, as when they did open, 4 guys standing behind me bum rushed me and got their number for the Queue in front of me. I was number 9. 

This location is in the basement of the mall closest to my flat. It is very convenient. 
It took an hour to get my number called, get my service cancellation info and my refund deposited (sometime in the next week) back into my bank account. 
This evening I was visiting a friend and explained where I had been today. Her comment was 
"That was quick! Every time I am there it takes 2-3 hours to have my business taken care of."
So even if I hadn't found the most fantastic crafter/artists' shop, checked on my abayas being tailored to fit and writing of a post, I did succeed with ONE important accomplishment. 
Schway schway (slowly slowly) patience is the way. 
ps. the man in the kandoura was the sharpest dressed man there. The national dress can be very becoming on a man, so take note gentlemen. 

Hotel Life

The hotel you are placed in upon arrival is any one's guess. However, you will probably be provided with a buffet breakfast as part of your stay. The spread at the Intercontinental was European and Arabic. Keep your mind open when you see beans, fish and rice at breakfast. Of course there will be some cold cuts, cheese, bread and yogurt as well. They will also have eggs and beef sausage and beef bacon and pancakes (probably). To save money, many people took some of the rolls and cold cuts to their rooms for later. The hotels caught on to this practice and pretty much shut it down early. 

My suggestion would be to take a taxi to the closest Lulu's, Carrefour, Spinneys or Abu Dhabi Co-operative to pick up some ready made food, either in the deli or the bakery area. They will have food from all over the world, Indian, Arabic, fried chicken, barb-b-que etc., ready to eat, and hot if you want it heated up and it is very reasonably priced. Pick up some cheese and crackers or things to snack on in the hotel room. 

The hotel concierge will be happy to tell you the closest store. If you can share a taxi with two or three people and split the fare, it will be very inexpensive. 

One night after you have been here, it will be suggested to you to visit the local lebanese restaurant for an Iftar meal (the meal after breaking the fast in the evening during Ramadan). It is good, but it isn't the BEST Lebanese place around. It is rite of passage to visit the Lebanese Flower, so go, enjoy and feel a bit more acclimated. 

In the first few days in the hotel, you will recover from jet lag, experience the hotel and all the amenities available, and venture out to a few places to take care of a few needs. 

Eventually people will be discussing all the touristy type activities they want to try out. The big bus tour, a dune bashing drive with Iftar dinner complete with camel rides, a trip to the Grand Mosque and more. 

Honestly, the only one if these I chose to try is the Grand Mosque. It is a beautiful mosque and air conditioned. 

Don't worry if you don't have an abaya, they will provide you with one. They will want you to wear a shayla (phonetically) as well. 

I can't even describe how hot it was and to have an abaya on over my street clothes was outrageously hot. 

My advice: DON'T DO IT! 

You are going to be here for at least one year, and hopefully two. It will be cooler in October and in the winter months, the weather is so pleasant. Any of these activities and many others will be much more enjoyable then. 

Go to the malls. Pay attention and take notes as to what stores you really like and want to return to. In the two years I have been here, I have not been to all the malls. If you want to see Dubai, take the bus and go to the malls there. 

Stay in the hotel and hang out at the pool while getting to know some of the others you are sharing this wonderful adventure with. 

Then, when it is cooler, go to the souks, the western region to see the beautiful and amazing sand dunes and resorts, the touristy attractions and all this wonderful place has to share with you. 

In fact, when I get back from holiday, I will come and hang at the pool with you... 

How I Came to Play in the Sandbox

In 2009, I moved from my home and job to live closer to my mother whose health was deteriorating. The only teaching job I could find was 100 miles away from her house, but in my hometown. I took it. Two weeks after moving, it was Labor Day weekend. A weekend that I will never forget. Long story short, it was when we learned my mother had 3 tumors in her brain about the size of golf balls, and she had "weeks" to live. Which was exactly true. 
I stayed at the school for the rest of the year after she died. I thought I wanted to move back to San Antonio, and I searched for a job there. Finding a job when you have 15+ years experience isn't easy. So... I took a job I thought was my dream job only to have it turn into a nightmare along with a relationship ending. 
A bit in tatters, I took a job as a nanny, as the money wasn't an issue at this point. I had no debt, because I had sold my house and paid everything off while in my hometown. ... Skip ahead 6 months... 
When my "boss" wanted me to work on Mother's Day, after the original agreement was that I would have major holidays off, I was more than a bit peeved. 
When I reminded her I should have the day off as it was a holiday, she had the nerve to ask if I was going to spend it with my children, because if not, she would like me to watch HER CHILDREN while she did something with her husband (riding horses, practicing Polo). 

So... because I lived on the property, out on their ranch, I felt forced to leave for the day. I drove into town and sat at the Starbucks cruising the internet and having coffee. My children were not near by for me to spend the day with them. 
One of my friends had sent me an email, as a joke, with the Craigslist ad for Teachaway wanting teachers in Abu Dhabi. 

Remember how angry I was with my current situation? I decided to click on the link just to check it out. 
I filled out the online questions and submitted it with my email address. In less than an hour, I had a response asking for more information, and I submitted it with a bit of surprise. 
Shortly after that I left to return to the ranch for the rest of the day, that was MY HOLIDAY. 
The next day, when I checked my email, a request to call me on the NEXT day for a phone interview. 
I responded with some very keen interest. 

After the phone interview I was asked to an in person interview 3 hours away, on Friday, just 3 days later. 
Well, I dressed as professionally as I could with a black dress and a jacket and drove the 3 hours and when they interviewed me. I was dumbfounded that I was only asked 3 questions and were trying to send me home. I explained I didn't drive 3 hours one way to be asked only 3 questions and then drive home. With a smile, the interviewer said he would be happy to ask me more questions but I would be offered a job. I have since learned they rarely tell anyone in advance, but they hire most everyone too. 

I wanted to keep my current job as long as I could in order to get my life in order. You see, I had a great deal of time every day while the children were at school. My employers also allowed me to house all my worldly possessions in their garage and the one bedroom apt. I was living in on their property. 
So I started sorting the stuff in the garage and packing it in good boxes with content labels. 

Then I rented a storage unit in the nearby small town, as it was much cheaper than the ones in the larger city. I paid a year in advance. As I put things in the storage, I created a map so if anything happened to me and my children had to deal with the storage, they would be able to tell what was in it and where to find things. 
To help with the cost of gas to and from the storage, I answered an ad on Craigslist to pet sit two wonderful bulldogs. I went to see them twice a day, once right before I went to drop off a load and in the evening when I was dropping of another load. It more than paid for the gas and helped with the cost of the boxes. 
When my bosses noticed the garage was emptying, I said I sold a good deal of it, which was true as far as school materials went. I had way too many materials for teaching Kindergarten. 
The woman in the next small town who ran a child care center bought them and actually paid me twice as much as I asked for, due to the three pickup loads she hauled away. 
One of my best friends needed a bed and I offered to give him my bedroom suite if I could stay at his house the last week or so before I would fly out. It was a very sweet deal, as I always have a place to stay when I am in the big city. 
I gave my two weeks notice, which was the 1st of June, and started making my plans for what I would do with my car and how to spend some time with my friends who were more like my family than my real family. 
The last week of June I took off trip across Route 66 

all the way to the Santa Monica Pier... so now I have had the pleasure of traveling and enjoying the sights of Route 66 from Amarillo, Texas to the end of the line in California. 

Then it was up Highway One to the top of California. I love the beach, if you haven't figured that out by now. 

Enjoyed more than a few interesting signs and people, along the way. 

 The best thing about Oregon was the fact they still pump your gas for your there. Plus I drove my car through a tree... literally, it is a roadside attraction and I marveled at the trees and knew I needed wide open spaces. 

One week was just the drive from Texas to California. The second one was Highway 101 and then once in Seattle I spent a week with my son before flying back to Texas. 

Once I returned to the Alamo City, my best friends and (now neighbors) "adopted" family came to enjoy the local sights. I love this picture of their son and his buddies at Sea World. 

We spent a week at a very nice hotel hanging out and seeing the other local sights, and then they had to return their world in my hometown. By this time it is the end of the 3rd week of July. 
Time to pack, download all cd's to my computer, and wait for the email. 
Spent the days at Jose's house, downloading all my music, reading posts on Facebook and packing (and repacking) my cases. Finally, others were posting they were receiving their itineraries and tickets but still nothing for me. I wasn't in the first group. Then around the 8th of August, I received the email I would be leaving on the 12th. 
Several teachers from Texas were planning on tying a yellow bandanna on their luggage, so I did too. The other wonderful woman who was leaving from San Antonio at the same time had a different flight at a different time. 
After finally leaving more at Jose's than I wanted to, having my hair done for the last time in quite a while, putting my cd's in storage and packing for the final time, it was time to go to the airport. 
I flew out of San Antonio to Chicago. There I changed from a domestic flight to an international flight on Royal Jordanian. While waiting for the plane I saw several teachers waiting for the same flight. The flight was not comfortable, there was an issue with the AC and it was very hot on the flight. The flight attendants would not do anything and avoided our section like the plague. I knew I would not fly them again and I haven't. 
The rest is history and the coming days will give you more insight as to what happened when the final flight landed.