Having my taxi driver tell me, in Arabic, that Gaddafi had just been killed, was exceptionally cool. The Libyan revolution hits a lot closer to home when you live in the Middle East and actively follow the various revolutions in the region. "Wul-lah!!?" I exclaimed as my heart skipped a beat, and I eagerly leaned forward to hear the radio better. I'm not in the thick of it, but still, being in the region at such a crucial time is something I'm so incredibly grateful for. The way I view the world will never be the same after these past few months.

Also, on a totally unrelated note, it was my five year old cousin's birthday today. They put three sparklers, yes actual sparklers, on her Barbie cake. And lit them. As they sang the most out of tune version of Happy Birthday I have ever heard in my life. Note to self: do not ever sing in any language other than English, even if I become fluent.