Welcome, Clyde!

It’s official!  We have a car!  It's a Hyundai Santa Fe.  We named it Clyde in honor of Ahab the Arab’s camel, and we have GOT to do something about the black hub caps.  

The license plate is in English with Arabic numerals and in Arabic with Urdu numerals.

All the paperwork got worked out on time, and we got it yesterday.  Hooray!  Everything here is done in cash, so we had to go get the actual money and give it to the owner.  I'm sure it was the most cash I've ever held in my hand! 

Counting the money for the car.

 
Mike went out today and got all the Aramco stickers on it, so that we can now drive it off the compound, too.  So we are free!  Honey, we need laundry detergent – OK, let’s jump in the car and go get some!  Of course, I cannot drive off camp, so I still need my devoted chauffeur to take me everywhere, but at least we can go when we want where we want. 

So this little number will be our camp car, and Mike will take it to work.  Next on the agenda is to get a huge tank of a car for off camp and for me to drive regularly.  Something along the lines of a Suburban/Expedition/Tahoe, etc.  would be nice.  But the pressure is off, because at least now we have our own wheels.  Welcome to the family, Clyde!  You don’t know your cousins, The Matrix and Big Red (also known as The Pilot) at home in the States, but you are joining a very exclusive class of vehicles.  Prepare yourself to be well-used.  You’ll probably have goldfish crumbs ground into your floor mats and sticky popsicle sticks forgotten in between the seats before you know it. 

It feels good to drive!  Go Lawrence, go!

Being in the car when Mommy is outside taking pictures is REALLY FUNNY!