It has now been two weeks since the end of Ramadan. And I would just like to note how extraordinarily happy I am about this.
I can drink water in taxis, while walking down the street, in buses, everywhere.
I can munch on an apple in public.
I can sit outside and eat during sunlight hours.
I can eat lunch at any restaurant in town; I am not resigned to the one Christian restaurant we went to roughly a million times during Ramadan.
I can buy alcohol at a liquor store, all of which are now open again.
I can go to bars and clubs.
I can make it home from school through the traffic in less than an hour and a half.
Life is bliss again.
On the other hand, I AM suffering from Ramadan-sweets withdraw. Oh well. Nothing is perfect.