Sand in the Desert

My main thought for today is that there is a LOT of sand in the desert.  You would think that this should be obvious.  But when in Dubai, the sand is largely hidden.  There are a very few empty lots which are bare sand, but almost all of the land is covered with either buildings or immaculately manicured landscaping.  Every median is covered with green grass bordered by yellow and orange marigolds, huge marigold plants which add up to probably millions of individual marigold blooms in the city.

Marigolds in Dubai

Dubai consumes more water per capita than maybe anywhere else on the globe.  97% of the water they use is desalinated sea water.  This technology has allowed the city to transform the desert into a lush landscape with gardens everywhere.  But we left Dubai today, and there is quite a stretch of desert between the largest city in the UAE and the oasis city of Al-Ain which will be our home for almost two weeks.  We have not had time to explore the city here, but we experienced more authenticity in the first three minutes of arriving than in all the time spent in Dubai.

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Upon arriving at the dormitory, we were greeted by university students who have given up their holiday to play host to the World Youth Chess Championship.  These Emerati girls are on duty 24/7.  Some of them are literally sleeping in the lobby of our dorm so that they can be available at any time that a need arises.  They greet us with smiles and go above and beyond to grant any request.  I feel like I am back in the south!  (If only I could find some Chick-Fil-A nuggets and sweet tea to go with those smiles!)

One of our sweet dorm hosts -- she is a student here at UAEU.
One of our sweet dorm hosts — she is a student here at UAEU.

Well, actually, I felt like I was back in the south until I went to dinner.  In the process of securing our spot on the number three bus from Dubai to Al-Ain, we missed out on lunch and thus headed for dinner in the cafeteria a few minutes early to try to be at the front of the line.  (Thank you Sarah for the tip!)  When the doors opened, there was a mad rush for the trays and silverware, followed by jostling to secure a salad and a place on the line to reach the hot foods: bodies pressed against each other, Drew exclaiming, “my head doesn’t have any room!”, and me blocking out the chess dad so that I could let Zoe and Drew slip in ahead of me.  A large man pushed Ganmama aside with a gruff, “sorry,” to skip the salads and head straight to hot food.  Another “gentleman” moved the silverware cart so that he could cut across from his line into ours.  Memories from a long ago trip to Budapest came to mind — difficulty reaching the counter at McDonald’s — but I have watched plenty of football since then so I was prepared this time.  Chess parents are indeed a breed of their own.

So, now, we embark in earnest on the chess part of the journey, which is indeed the whole purpose of the journey to begin with.  Enough with waxing eloquent on the various sites and sounds of this foreign land and on to analysis of opening moves, strategy, and putting away the opponent.  (Or the opponent’s parent in the cafeteria as the case may be!)  As is true of all large chess tournaments, the players must be concerned with their preparation over the board while the parent must manage the hairy details of finding food fast, ensuring the player gets enough rest, and attending to the various details involved in keeping everything moving smoothly. (Task for tomorrow:  locate a finger nail clipper. Task #2:  locate a cord to connect camera to computer so I can show y’all some real photos and not just these ones from my phone!)

But before I leave this post, I have to go back for a moment to the sand in the desert.  The flowers in Dubai remind me of a book I read back in high school, Hinds Feet on High Places by Hannah Hurnard. The flowers are beautiful, but sometimes what is good is not best.  Hopefully tomorrow Drew will look past the good move that he sees and find the best one.

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4 thoughts on “Sand in the Desert”

  1. You need to make a book for your children with all your posts when you get back!! Sending ya’ll lots of smiles right now —wish I could send Chick-fil-a!!! 🙂

  2. Hi everyone! Due to your mom’s exquisite writing skills, I feel like I am there with you! Thanks for sharing with us and continue your pursuit of the King, Drew! Praying for you! Mrs. B.

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