Reflections on art, fitness, family, politics and literature that hit me like bricks as I chauffeur my children from place to place...
A pink taxi
June 19, 2010
Gardens of Dubai
Do you notice the greenery around you when you drive the streets of Dubai? Do you see the armies of gardeners toiling in the hot sun, for the pleasure of our eyes? Do you gaze at the straight interminable row of palm trees that shade our roads? The flowerbeds that decorate our remaining rotaries which are being replaced by equally flowered sophisticated interchanges?
During my childhood, when Aweer was a royal oasis that I sometimes frequented to visit the tigers there, I thought one of my relatives was a "royal gardener" because he was working on the project of landscaping the royal palace gardens of Dubai.
The Iranian hospitals of Dubai and Fujeirah that my grandfather founded had their large gardens too. We used to play on their grounds. In fact, and many still remember, I was being chased by my cousin in Fujeirah when I decided
to squeeze myself between two columns, when I got stuck, well my head did. (They literally buttered my head out of there, the hordes of nurses in their whites).
Today, in 2010, there remain the old gardens of Dubai, namely the Aviation club garden, with its pond, and my preferred dragon flies accompanying me to the gym.
There is also AlNaser club, in OudMetha, with the AlNaser Leisurland up front and the very large gymnaseum further down. My children attend the school that has grown in those old gardens. I drop them off daily there, mother duck with her three ducklings and they metamorphose into gentle sheep following their shepard teachers, in neat rows.
Today, we especially enjoy the sophisticated gardens that surround the Emirates Towers and their esplanade. Our kids join the neighborhood kids (children that live in our high tower) and run by the waterfall, climb the big rocks and take their shortcuts behind hedges.
The pink taxi runs from 7 am to 7pm. It picks and drops off my 3 kids at school, ballet,judo, aikido, violin, climbing, riding, squash, basketball, skiing, skating, swim team, friends, grandparents and teachers. The car, not pink, but a black SUV, drives to Carrefour and Coop. To Club stretch for pilates and Aviation club for weekly workouts. It is driven by a woman who navigates on the radio, gets DJed by her 4 year old or sometimes quietly reflects. The thoughts are about politics, family, humor, literature, art or fitness. Sometimes they are excruciatingly longwinded, other times they are gossipy and hot.
I hope you will all enjoy!