On the flight from DC to Abu Dhabi we were relatively comfortable. Of course, we were not nearly as comfy as the business class passengers whose accommodations were roughly equivalent in square footage as the state of Rhode Island. Interesting observation: Jay and I were the only melanin-challenged people in the economy section. Everyone else had skin in shades varying from mocha cream to rich dark chocolate. Not so in business class. When we watched them disembark (while we waited in our seats), they were mostly of the pale variety, hues varying from pasty to beige. Only occasionally did a melanin-rich person pass from the privileged chamber. I thought, “Well that proves it. There is a systemic bias here that offers opportunities to white folks not afforded to people with brown skin.” In the same moment, I realized others–likely those who don’t have as many relationships with Black and brown people as I have–might think, “Well that proves it. Black and brown people just don’t work hard enough to make it into the upper echelon of society.”
The Abu Dhabi airport was built within the last 10 years I’m sure. In fact, every single thing in this country is new. The UAE has only been a country since 1968. In the airport, I felt like I was in an episode of the Jetsons. It is so futuristic. So fancy. Not at all similar to the airport in Camaguey, Cuba or in Havana. There, I feel like I’ve been dropped into a more simple time when frivolities were unnecessary. Here, no extravagance is spared. There’s such obvious opulence here that when we landed, I messaged Kim Christman in Cuba and told her, “There is so much cash in Abu Dhabi. Do you think I should ask them if they would share with Cuba?!”
Sam and Trellace were waiting for us on the other side of baggage claim. What a beautiful sight! To see her in real life, to touch her. A blessing we don’t take lightly. Though it has only been a month since she left the US, it is so very far away. To see her here, in her new space, is a gift we receive with infinite joy.
I got a good night sleep last night which was welcome since I slept very little on the plane. My mind was busy staying wide awake so my body was unwilling to rest. Jay slept a lot of the way, though, and also slept well last night. Hopefully we can keep jet lag at a minimum.
Random observations thus far.
- The people are so friendly. They are friendly in the way that Egyptians were when I was there. They seem to want to know us. It’s dear.
- The dress for women varies dramatically. From simple hijab and western dress to full burqa. I’ve seen a lot of women in the full black garment that covers all but their faces. This differs from the burqa which includes a face shield of sorts. I’m no expert, though, so please look them up for better illustrations. The apparel I’m referencing includes a very full and flowing black dress that begins at the throat and drops to the floor. In addition, they wear a full hair covering that drapes below their shoulders as I’ve been able to observe. It’s not the kind of thing you would see typically in the US. However, I’ve spied several women’s shoes and I find it fascinating how they have expressed themselves. Some are wearing Chucks in bright colors. Others simple sandals. Some have athletic shoes on and others wear bedazzled flats. I love this individuality!
- Food is served in smaller amounts but is more filling. At least for me. Protein and rice with exotic spices and vegetables seem to be the general fare, though we’ve not really eaten much here yet–just dinner on Wednesday night, and the food we had on the plane. Jay had breakfast here in the hotel and said it was delicious.
Off to see what the day holds. Peace friends!
