I’m not sure when I last when on a picnic, but it was long overdue. After a busy morning at the Dar Chebab with the new Palm Tree Environmental Club, I went with my landlady and her family to a place on the northern edge of town called “Mrbuh” - pronounced with the hard aspirated H at the end. Sorry, I forgot to ask what the word means. We didn’t end up bringing the kitchen sink with us, but we managed to haul with us so much that seemed to me like we were setting out to go camping. Tromping around in search of the best shade tree though, I saw families that had brought everything, including little stoves and complete tea sets with beautiful silver teapots. I’m going to stick to the stereotypes on
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