For the past two days, the internet gods have not been shining on me here in Kuwait...the connection trips out every few minutes, and eventually quick tasks like uploading an Instagram photo takes forever. Needless to say, I scrapped any and all plans for a cutesy Happy Valentines post yesterday!
Sometimes you gotta know when to give up, right? But the skies have parted and the gods are shining on me with a stable connection (15 minutes and counting!)...so here's a quick recap:
On Valentines, Gabe took the entire day off of work--a miracle since he's worked seven days a week for the past month. We spent our Valentines morning sleeping in, eating breakfast in bed and snuggling until noon when we both realized we had massive caffeine withdrawl headaches and popped over to Starbucks.
Later our friendly cab driver, Nesar, took us down to Souq Mubarakiya, the closest thing you'll find to an old-school Arabian market in this country. There was lots of meat, spices, exotic fruits and veggies as well as tons of jewelry, scarves and other little treasures. Since we hit it early in the afternoon, it was fairly empty...things seem to come alive later here in Kuwait.
We cleaned up quickly, grabbing little gifts for my family and a few keepsakes for us. Definitely my favorite part of this visit.
We had decided a few weeks ago to stay in and cook dinner ourselves on V-day...mostly because I was dying to wear my red, lace-back dress. We agreed would get me arrested if it saw the light of day in Kuwait. Reason #2: displays of affection (hugging, linking arms, kissing) are pretty frowned upon in public...and what can I say? I wanted to hold my husband's hand and kiss him across the table on V-day. So, dinner in it was.
Gabe made delicious spaghetti and garlic bread, while I unpacked all the silly little things I'd brought 7000+ miles for the occasion. (Candle sticks, pink gingham fabric scrap, paper doilies, sparkly ribbons and confetti.) We hauled the tiny bistro table off the porch and placed it right in front of the enormous ocean-view window in the living room.
I was proud of our silly little teamwork, of celebrating the day together. It wasn't a fancy dinner at a fabulous restaurant, but it was romantic and heartfelt and that's all we needed.
Tonight, at midnight, I'm back on a plane to the states...but I made sure to hide a dozen little love notes in Gabe's bedroom lest he feel a little lonely when he returns from the airport. With all our past goodbyes, he's the one boarding 24 hours worth of flights...so this is a bit of a role reversal! I've told him that the best prescription for returning to a lonely home...is some trashy episodes of The Bachelor and a large bowl of mac and cheese.
Methinks he will likely not be taking my advice...
I'm off to cuddle with my husband for two hours before it's back on a plane. Although I'm sad to leave, I'll be relieved to be back in a country where I can snap photos to my heart's content, and perhaps wear something that exposes my elbows. Hurray! ;)
Hope you each had a lovely Valentines Day!