DIFC Rituals

I cross the beautiful wooden bridge that takes me to DIFC village. Before my circuit training, I sit in front of the Emirates Towers view and listen to music. I prepare for the physical challenge this way. After the class, I reward myself with a detour by Nadim Karam's fox.

And one day, as I was leaving the glass fox, the tamed friend of the little Prince, I got a blackberry response from my cousin in Lebanon. I had asked him a trivia:

"Shoot an apple of my head" who are these lyrics by? (It was predictably wasy)

The answer startled me first:
"Your Pakistani concierge in the building".

I spilled into a cascade of public laughter. I threw my head back to laugh with ease and then the ceiling of the DIFC arch caught my eye. I never cease to marvel at its architectural prouesse. When I sent the photograph to my father by bbm, he supplanted his nephew with the distinct raw humor of our family: "I am glad you don't do drugs!"

Working out at UEnergy frequently and lavishingly and eating at Petite Maison occasionally and festively, getting a caffein high in the coffee shops, lunching at Bateel on the balcony, eating a delectable Indian meal at Gazebo and dreaming of the chicken wings at Caramel every time my yoga instructor uses the image of chicken wings in class. These are rituals I love. I celebrate them in a beautiful serene environment.

This is why I am happy and content living a stone throw away. Crossing the street with my children, eager to play. They run on the lawns, throw a ball, even play mini golf. And I always take them to the fox, them and their cousins. Ask them what the tail looks like, how the face appears like a carrot if taken separately.

We love our neighborhood!