tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post115728394824480297..comments2023-06-29T15:51:43.782+02:00Comments on South of France, with Kids: Do a good turn dailyAnnettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04520519734235161989noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post-1157721034782730612006-09-08T16:10:00.000+03:002006-09-08T16:10:00.000+03:00We thought when we first got here that haboobs wer...We thought when we first got here that haboobs were big dust storms, but it turns out they are just strong winds. "So what do you say for all the dust the haboob blows in?" we asked our Arabic teacher. "Um...You say, 'Look at all the dust that the haboob blew in.'"<BR/><BR/>And when you live this close to the Sahara, any time the wind blows it gets really, really dusty. The sky even turns pink from all the dust floating around in it.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04520519734235161989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post-1157508527978995382006-09-06T05:08:00.000+03:002006-09-06T05:08:00.000+03:00I loved the story, but am not sure exactly what yo...I loved the story, but am not sure exactly what you meant by a haboob. Is it a small wind or a dust storm or an indignant look by an ex-pat to a young and able lazy man laughing at her? I think Alicia gives me some haboob-looks that would knock me over, and I'm not even that frail. Hers may even be habaabs; after all, she did teach junior high.Natehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588868685042901806noreply@blogger.com