Some scenes of Kuwait
It was cold and blustery in New York when I boarded the plane. This is winter in Kuwait. John’s home away from home was the Holiday Inn in the city. From our room I had a view of the sea. All I had to do for a nice walk along the beach and over to the mall area was cross the road.
Everything was familiar; the people, the sounds, the smells. I found I was comfortable. I lived here. I know this place. But when I really felt that I had come back home was when I saw and hugged these people.