A friend and I walk along the Corniche to hear the canon go off (that signals that fasting for the day is over). There is a family sitting along the pavement, surrounding a picnic basket, waiting for the signal to start eating. After we hear the canon (a booming sound that startles us out of our seats), we continue to sit on the bench, talking about the differences between our countries, swapping school horror stories, and watching the West Bay building lights go on one by one across the water. As we walk back to the car I realise that I just survived my first Ramadan and, looking out across the sea, I wonder what other firsts are still in store for me.
Currently listening to:
Neil Young
Rust Never Sleeps
