When it gets close to the day that my visa will expire, we make the two hour trek to the Oman border. It's a beautiful drive that begins with passing through the city and leaving it in the dust. The first part of the drive is wide open desert. Passing by golden sands and free range camels, always makes me think of that Matthew West song, "when you look at the desert, do you feel like a grain of sand..."
The latter part of the drive, approaching the border of the UAE and Oman, near a town called Hatta is covered by rocky cliffs and mountains blurred by a haze of dust. I count it a blessing that I get to make this trip every month because it gives me an opportunity to really revel in the beauty of God's creation.
On the way back, after getting my passport stamped for the next thirty days, we typically stop at the Hatta Fort Hotel for lunch. Last time we went we took the kids along and had a swim in the resort pool.
Somewhere along the way is a short strip of shops. We went in one, only to be bombarded by 3 or 4 men who were very interested in making a sale. They dressed me up in some traditional Emirati pieces for dancing. I bought the wrap, because how could I resist "morning price and coke free". I passed on the head wear, however.
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