The ocean is my preferred venue, but this pool, mosaic-ed in shades of blue, takes me into a watery, ripply dream. So glad I remembered my goggles.
The coffee scene isn't quite as charming.
As you can see, I'm brewing in the blender. It's the only container large enough for my funnel.
And coffee filters? Not available at the compound supermarket (below).
The writing workshops are going great, despite two mid-writing electrical blackouts but, hey, everything can be a prompt--including darkness--once the power is on and we're not scribbling by cellphone light.
I wish I could borrow this supermarket bike. Unlike absolutely everywhere else in Doha, there is little traffic in the compound.