Well, by some miracle (Obama maybe??) there were THREE taxi-drivers who all wanted to take me to our villa, although one of them had no idea where it was. One driver offered me a trip for 50 AED, while the other wanted to take me for 40...one guess who I chose. I had to direct him by misleading him into thinking we were going to the Al Raha Beach Hotel (it's very close and got us going in the right direction). I was amazed at my ability to arrive at the villa with no problems (considering the language barrier...the taxi cab driver kept saying 'mall-oom' which I think means "I understand"...when he really didn't).
P was already there, as were the men delivering our goods from Edmonton. I picked up where he left off, with A always close by. With the exception of our one leather chair that has a rip in it (OUCH!), everything looks okay.
I started with the kitchen. It was challenging unloading things with A running around. Then she discovered my baby doll, who had been sleeping in A's bassinet, and she discovered her own 'maternal' side. This was good for keeping her busy for a while, until she decided that I should carry her AND the baby doll around the villa.
We got a surprise visit from Abu Dhabi Gardeners, which was quite pleasant, as the usual language issues were not a problem; these gents were from Lahore and spoke Punjabi fluently with me. Unfortunately, these were not the guys P had lined up...so...not sure what we'll end up doing.
The kitchen is almost set-up, and after the washer/dryer finally arrived, we decided to call it a night. A fell asleep immediately on the drive home, and took her medicine in her sleep (she is an amazing little baby).
After I have my Millennium Club Brownie, I'll be joining her.
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