Day 51 - Kuwait

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Today is Saturday, and the last one that I'll spend teaching. After class today I went back to the hotel for a bit of a rest before heading back and meeting the students for a field trip. Because the Kuwait Towers are closed during the day for Ramadan, we skipped them and went for dinner at Mais AlGhanim. There, we enjoyed another fabulous meal with great conversation. This group of students is a lively bunch, and we thoroughly enjoyed our time together. After dinner we headed over to the Marina Mall, and walked around for quite a while. Nothing unusual in this mall crawl, and I've already been through the maze of shops here before. But it was fun to see the students enjoy the time outside of class and on the town.

Tomorrow is church, and I'm so looking forward to it. I certainly need the refreshment. Talk to you soon!

Blessings,
Khalaf.

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