I had not realized...

 That it had been so long since the last time I wrote... Time flies once again! and as I tried to even remember what I did last week-end, my memory just went empty. So many things going on in such a small and closed place that it seems unbelievable.

Three weeks ago, Caro and I gave in in accepting S.' invitation to go to the Spa. As usual, S. would accompany us but not participate in anything... Now, at least, I know that it's not only with me! She should actually take a commission in all the salons in town, she would earn as much as her salary probably! The spa turned out to be a hairdresser appointment in fact, and since Caro and I did not have any intention to cut or color our hair, we nicely oriented ourselves towards the Moroccan bath so as to eliminate all this dirty skin that the heat seems to accumulate so nicely. The woman brushed us so well and so hard that it almost felt like a massage. Except that once again the language generated some heavy misunderstanding and faux-pas. Curiously, it seems easier to speak French than English in these salons. That's always nice for me and it certainly feels comforting.

To close the afternoon, we decided to go for dinner - even though it was Saturday and we should go to work the day after - :-( I was excited by the idea of discovering a new place but... we ended up at Noosh Lounge once again, it seems the fashion place lately. We spent a nice evening though, drinking soft-cocktails, not so good but well for a minute you had the feeling to drink a proper Pinacolada, although very early on you realized that it had nothing but the name, and looking at S. Saudi friends taking thousands of selfies and listen to N who was getting worried about getting home after dying her hair.
We thought at that time that she was exaggerating as she looked fabulous with her new hair color and so much happier. Unfortunately, in the Indian culture, losing your dark hair color is not well seen and she got into big problems once back home. So big that she didn't come to work the day after and when she reappeared, all the nice hairdresser's work had disappeared. :-( and we never heard the mom's perspective on the changes, luckily skype might not have detected the colors well.

Definitely, my life as a single woman is good... can't complain!