My visit to a student's house started from a funny converstion.
Student: See you tomorrow Miss!
Me: Sara, tomorrow is Friday,it is the weekend I won't see you! (Weekend in the UAE is Friday and Saturday)
S: Miss, I come to your house!
S: Then you come to my house!
S: Miss, please! Every year I ask teacher to come to my house and no teacher ever come.
Me: Ok Sara, ask your mother and I will come to your house one day.
S: She say it ok
Me: Ask her this weekend and tell me on Sunday.
S: Miss, Miss my mother said ok, you come today!
Me: Sarah, I will have to drive on the day I come ( I usually go to school on a school bus) so I will come Thursday.
Everyday from that day on she asked to make sure I was coming.
Last Thursday after school myself, the English and the Math teacher headed to Sara's house.
We entered to this:
I helped myself as we conversed with her mother, who looked no older than 38, yet had 7 kids (my student was number 4). Then Sara's mother announces, 'Now time to eat!'
Ummmm, excuse me!? What was all this?!
Before I could say anything, this was placed before us:
Everything tasted so delicious. I thought I was going to explode.
Then when it was time to leave, they gave us loot bags! Gift bags with treats like a scarf, ornament box and a key chain. Unbelievably hospitable.
I am so happy I went!