Dear Readers,
Last night our group went to the Royal Opera House. It was like being inside a giant heavenly marble cake, with intricate designs all over the walls and ceiling. Then when we discovered the auditorium - our jaws dropped. WOOD.


The Ballet, Don Quixote, was wonderful - and amusing. I was glad they added a few funny scenes of the bad guy falling off the stoop, and being hit by a giant fish by the father trying to marry his daughter off to him.
Most of the people attending were non-Omanis. Some looked to be Omani, but most were the foreigners, such as South Africans, English, Northern Europeans, and some asians and Indians. Quite a mix of people.

I was especially excited for the night, because we got to dress up. "Wear the fanciest outfits/dresses you have." - Mama Fatin told us.
We all ended up looking beautiful. But the people working in the opera house might've been the most impressive. Women greeters were dressed in sparkling dresses of all sorts. Some Indian traditional dresses, others gowns, some in Abayas you wouldn't believe were even abayas. Clothes never were so intriguing to me.

<-----That's me!
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