Rosie, shells in hand, totters down the beach.
A train ride for me and Rosie in the Marina mall. I had expected to be driving around in a Mercedes by now, but I suppose a tiny train will have to do. I think Rosie would take the train over the Mercedes anyway.
The view from our new flat is stunning. The air-con problems are sorted, and we finally have the new fridge..so hopefully now we can enjoy it! Dubai Marina is laid out below us, and the view by night is amazing. Being at the far end of the marina means we are not totally surrounded by skyscrapers either. We are very lucky to have found this place, and it will take some time to get used to the opulence!
Slightly to the left of the marina is the sea. The beach looks fantastic, but we have not been brave enough to face the 50 degree heat yet. The beach can wait until winter...
As usual, Rosie was delighted by the fish. It is a seriously impressive aquarium in fact, and as Rosie is becoming something of a connoisseur, we were extremely relieved that it met with her approval.
Following the fishes, it was time for a quick disco dance on the floor of Dubai mall,
Although we were still staying in a hotel apartment, and despite having to fight her jet-lag, Rosie was up early to unwrap her presents.
What can it be????
Hurry up Mummy!!!
Hurray!! It's a mini kitchen!
Yesterday (Wednesday 30th March) at 9am I became a German citizen. A small sentence to describe a monumental moment. After two years of wading through the courts, thinking it is done, getting to the brow of the hill and discovering another hill beyond and parents greying before my eyes, it is done.
My passport was created whilst I played with toys and chucked them around the office and the adults talked some nonsense for half an hour.
My German birth certificate will follow later. For now it is enough that I can get on a plane (with my parents) and go anywhere I choose! Hurray!!
Rosie will miss her friends when she moves. She has something to talk about with them every day, so here they are, on her blog, for her to look at in 20 years time.
Here she is with Uncle Hairul. She has been a fan of him since she was a tiny baby, and likes to find any excuse (like a new cat or goldfish) to visit him in the guard house at our condo.
Her other great friend is the Indian guard at Seri Maya next door. She chats to him every day, pulls his beard, and is generally cheeky. Nothing new there then.
Rosie expresses her opinion to Tun Dr. Mahathir bin Mohamad, ex-prime minister of Malaysia, at their meeting last week in KLCC. Good job we are leaving I suppose.
