Friday, July 29, 2005

Ma'as-salaama Ya Habeebee

My Dearest Salambo,

As our time together comes to a close, I can't help but recall all of the memories that we have made with each other. Getting to know you has been a real pleasure, and all though it wasn't always easy, it was amazing nonetheless (that's not to say that we didn't have a few fun times as well;)

Leaving you means no more DDT-mobile, no more devil sheep, no more filthy floor, no more bugs in the fridge, no more loud Tunisian beach parties keeping me up until three every morning (except on the weekends of course), no more sketchy Tunisian guys throwing volleyballs at my head, no more commute, no more crazy toilets (inshallah). It means the opportunity for air-conditioning, for consistently hot water, for more than three options for cheap food for dinner.

But it also means no more walks on the beach, no more sitting on the rocks watching the waves crashing against them, no more cool, misty mornings, no more mountain view, no more Nibbley, no more call to prayer mixed with the pounding beat of European techno echoing through the night air, no more morning walks to the train station, no more chwarma guy, no more commune, no more jasmine in the morning, no more sea breeze.

As much as I know that it is time for me to move on, for us to part ways, I am really going to miss you. I feel as though we are just really getting to know each other well. I promise to visit, to return to your beaches and chwarma shops in the near future. In fact, I couldn't resist if I tried. The past month was kind of awesome, so thanks for everything. I have never known another place quite like you.

Ma'as-salaama ya habeebee.

Cheers,

Cari Omelette

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