O eight

i flew back home a few days ago, suffering from my non-sleeping habits on board a super long flight. Even the cabin crew sympathized with me when i think from where they stood no eyes were open but mine.Still, i think that is the way to go when youre flying to other time zones.Luckily, i don't suffer from jetlag.
My O eight vacation was a dream come true in many ways. Our destinations were fulfilling to our expectations, and we made the most out of it.
I'm back home now, but the moments and memories lived-hopefully- will remain in the very little space i have left in my super goldfished memory.
I'm still unpacked, and all my life is in boxes and suitcases right now as we happen to be moving. So until i unpack and share my special items and cupcake eyes polaroid snaps, make sure you make the most out of your ramadan. It is afterall god's gift to us.Ramadan kareem.

p.s three things you must try:
a. madeleines avec green tea at starbux, theyre light as air.
b. orange-ish red toe nails and flipflops.
c. night-jogging

au revoir , london

we fly back tommorow night, back to the heat. Still feels good to be going back home.
I heart you bahrain.
Sometimes I dislike myself for being greedy. I am never content with the amount of shopping i have done. I always want more. And then i think of all the people who go on days without a drink of clean water, while i shop for my 7th new pair of shoes. I must remind myself to be thankful.

à la maison

yes,finally im home. After three months away, my room back home feels like the safest haven ever. They say you dont know how much you value something until you lose it, and that is especially true with servants at home. Being away for so long makes me value the lifestyle i live back home. Although i love organizing my things on my own, its always a gazillion times better to come back home to a nice and neat room where everything is just where you want it to be,spick and span with fresh linen and no fear of someone else's germs remaining on the pillowcases and sheets.
The last four days in Virginia were miraculous. We went up to a resort in the South on a mountain with such beautiful scenery and lots of activities that i've always longed to do. I finally got to play golf,something i have always wanted to do. It is as i've imagined a very nice activity, i love the concentration method a player has to adapt to make a perfect swing. Also after hitting the ball correctly, the ball just flies until it lands somewhere.Its a very soothing game just as i'd imagined.
I also got to go horseback riding on a trail ride through some forests, it was just so magical. After putting down my height and weight, they chose Flee for me. She was such a good girl and did exactly what the reins told her to.
During the trail ride we went through some pathways and up hills, deers even passed by while we were on our way back.
It was just so miraculous, a vacation i will never forget.So after a fourteen hour flight home, i had just a very little sleep and had to wake up to prepare for a wedding i had to attend. I'm now suffering from the worst case of jetlag everr. Thankfully ive alot of time to prepare for ramadhan and repair my ruined system +_+

Queen of Babel and Amore tea at Teavana

endless taverns, Charlottesville

a beautiful morning at Devils Knob golf course

awaiting my instructor to fix a ball on the T


Stoney Creek golf course

indoor tennis


Flee

last minute shopping at Nordstrom

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sudoku-ing, with a pen x_x