P is for the Philippines, my long-suffering, embattled, country of origin. I'll always feel ambivalent that it was an accident of birth that enabled me to grow up somewhere where I'd have a lot more opportunities and choices. I see my cousins making life choices based on sheer survival rather than interest or ability. I could've easily turned out the same way.
During this week's training there was a gaggle of Filipinas who all hung around together. On the second day I went up to them and asked if they knew I was a fellow Filipina or not. They said they weren't so sure because I was so...American.
Finally, the end of Ramadan and thus the end of Ramadrama* with Mr. Grumpy at our house. I have yet to see the festive side of this holiday. I appreciate MoBob though for faithfully observing Ramadan despite some difficult work situations. OK, there was one slight nicking of another vehicle while parking but he swears it was the other guy's fault.
ETA: *thanks to Adriana for coming up with this!
That must be really interesting bridging the gap between 'Filipina' and 'American'. The luck of the draw hey?
I don't know about Mr Grumpy but I would fall apart trying to observe something like Ramadan. I know my body and it just does not function without regular intakes of food during the day. How do all those people do it every year?!
I don't know how either - MoBob's effort is especially admirable since he doesn't have the social pressure or the infrastructure (reduced work hours, lighter workload) he'd have in Morocco. I guess if you've been doing it since you're 12 you just do. I even had a pregnant colleague in Morocco who fasted even though pregnant/nursing women are exempt.
Wow, that's commitment. Maybe if I'd been brought up with it I'd manage but I just have a feeling that even if mentally I was willing physically my body would not cope with such a change in energy intake. My blood-sugar has enough 'moments' already without adding fasting to the mix.
I once had a really interesting experience where I went to do an oral history interview in a Muslim household and they were in the middle of Ramadan. Despite this they'd prepared a number of special treats for me and were really keen that I eat them. I didn't know which was worse, eating in front of them when they couldn't or refusing the hospitality. I went with the first option though I really struggled (the sweetest cake I've ever eaten, enough to make your teeth ache) as I felt the latter would have been just too insulting.
He's especially funny since he doesn't do his daily prayers or go to the mosque.
Yeah, I've gotten over feeling uncomfortable eating during Ramadan. If we have a dinner engagement M brings along dates and milk and just holds on until sundown.
Maybe in Muslim countries it's easier to deal with Ramadan (adapted work times, etc.) and thus the festive side comes more easily.
Here there are people who manage, and even places where they give more flexibility to workers, but the whole "omg the people who work for me have a different culture/religion" thing is fairly new.
In any case, I don't think I could keep it, but if I had grown with it it might be different. At home we've never done any fasting of any kind, though mum doesn't cook meat on Good Friday, more because of a cultural thing than because of practicing christianism.
Oh, and I like a certain kind of desert that it's typical of lent (bunyols de Quaresma), but if you give it to me in Summer I'll eat it anyway. ;)