مع السلامة So long, farewell…goodbye
Published: August 2, 2009
Friday night was a very special evening at Al-Waha. Everyone at the village, from counselors to the villagers, put on their best attire once again and turned out for an extravagant cena, or dinner. Instead of Arabic food served in the typical dining hall, villagers found themselves transported to Italy. The cafeteria had been transformed into an Italian bistro, with red checkered tablecloths, soft icicle lighting, Italian flag centerpieces, and crepe paper. Tables were named after Italian cities, and villagers sang along to the likes of Frank Sinatra throughout the meal. Previously, the villagers had made reservations with their friends, and were seated by the padrona di casa or hostess. Counselors waited on the villagers hand and foot, bringing lemonade, olive oil with herbs, salad, piles of Italian bread, and heaps of pasta. For dessert, villagers were treated to bread pudding before the counselors bussed their tables. Unfortunately, the evening had a tinge of sadness to it, as the two-week villagers left the next day. Following dinner, we all went outside for what seemed like hundreds of photographs. Then it was off to القاهرة to dance the night away and spend one last evening together with friends.