Later in the week, I found myself back at Osama's apartment; we had arranged to meet again for dinner at his place. He promised me that this meal would be "straight from Kuwait" and I couldn't wait to eat it. Osama and I were conversing when there was a knock at the door. Low and behold, here came my classmate, Rosalie! Apparently she is the conversation partner of one of Osama's roommates. She was just as initially surprised to see me as I was towards her, but it was nice to have a fellow American by my side.
I'll preface the description of the meal by saying that I can't recollect any of the food names, but everything was delicious. So, as I sat down to eat, Osama and his roommates brought over the plates of food, or should I say mounds. There was so much of it! The main course consisted of a mixing of rice, a slightly-spicy yogurt, and chicken; we mixed it all together. There was also an array of snacks on a platter. I grabbed the sugar cookie that turned out to not be a sugary at all, much to my dismay. Still ate it though.
The one kicker with eating like a Kuwaiti is that one uses their hand, but only their right one. Like in India, the left one is used during the last step of the digestive process. They all snickered as I was barely able to lift the dish into my mouth. Hey, it's not easy.
After dinner, two Japanese CIES students arrived. We ended the night with playing games from each other culture (see Rosalie's post for a more comprehensive review), dancing, hookah smoking, and tons of laughter. I had an absolute blast.
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