No, the camel didn’t deliver our Easter eggs this year.
But the Easter Bunny found him to be a convenient target for some western holiday humor. One of the jobs that falls to parents all across America, but isn’t so common here, is the hiding of easter eggs (and baskets) for easter morning. This leads us to our Not Quite Right topic of the day: housing in the Middle East.
We live in an honest-to-goodness palace here, compared to our expectations back home. Labor is cheap. Building materials (except wood) are somewhat low-cost, with most houses made from concrete (crushed rock and sand), plaster, tile and copious quantities of granite and marble. The result is a big, empty, echoing, polished, HARD house that would be cold if it weren’t for the scorching Easter temperatures now reaching toward 110F.
Where do easter eggs, those multi-colored plastic containers for skittles and wrapped candy, or those more traditional dipped and dyed hard-boiled versions, like to be hidden in a house like this?
On top of camels.
Amongst the childrens’ prized rock and seashell collections.
In the draperies.
Amongst the usual nooks and crannies in furniture.
Where do they not like to be hidden? Anywhere outside, especially if they are made of chocolate!
At the close of the day, one of my Muslim friends sent me the following text: “Happy Easter to you all and families.” I couldn’t say it better — or in a more perfectly, happily tolerant way — myself.