We have a holiday in Dubai. It lasts about a month, the whole city and all the malls get decorated, and the focus is shopping. Every store competes for attention by offering "AMAZING DEALS" and "LOWEST PRICES." There are concerts, special performances, and a festive energy charges the atmosphere. There are fireworks every night, and special events for families all over the city. Sound familiar?
Nope, it isn't Christmas. That was last month. It's the Dubai Shopping Festival.
No hiding behind a religious holiday, just flat-out marketing. The Burjuman Center Mall leaves up its Christmas lights, and adds colorful sparkler lights to change the look. The public gets into the spirit of things and the streets and malls are crowded with shoppers. Signs are everywhere, the newspapers are full of pull out ads, and children are super excited. People visit each other and cook special meals before going out and hitting the town with the kids. It's fun, it stimulates the economy, and seems to be well received by the public. DSF, as the local papers call it, is here to stay.
Speaking of holidays, Valentines this year is causing a big controversy in the UAE. It is all over the news because of a big broo ha ha over serving alcohol on a Religious Holiday (Birthday of the Prophet Mohammed, PBUH). They are banning alcohol so hotels and other places are trying to get people to celebrate Valentines on the weekend instead. LMAO
http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/tourism/dry-night-in-dubai-on-valentine-s-day-this-year-1.745846
What alcohol has to do with Valentine's I'm not sure. Other than maybe champagne, I didn't know it was a tradition to get snockered on V Day! As for me, I'd be happy with a little chocolate--
OK, about street performances. I have discovered a new talent: Eating in public. I thought it was just a one time phenomenon. However, if I happen to have "rice day" during a busy night I inevitably end up with an audience. I'm not eating with my left hand, I am dressed modestly, scarf around my neck, no makeup, hair up in a bun, trying to fit in. It starts with one or two guys with a cup of tea at the next table, then a few more standing around. Then a few more, until I have about 25 to 30 men standing there watching me eat. I wish I were kidding--
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