Back to the big D - Damascus

Day 11 – Damascus
After breakfast today, we came back to the room where Noah promptly barfed. Nice. Poor guy. He seemed okay…we made him drink a lot of water, wiped up the barf with a towel (the room still smells though), and then headed out. He was a little bit subdued, so I ended up carrying him most of the day, which was fine. Wandered around the old city, admiring and shopping, for most of the day. This is the one place in the world where I could just keep shopping. There are so many beautiful things. Had lunch at the Narcissus Palace – yet another beautiful old house. The best was a plate of plain rice for the little guy with a rumbly tummy – who ended up making his specialty, a rice filled pita sandwich.
Stressing a little bit about the border crossing tomorrow (into Lebanon – we don’t have any US dollars left), but ‘sababa’. I’m sure everything will be fine.
Went to dinner at Aldar Restaurant. Wanted to see what a modern take on a historic house was like. Interesting. Low lighting, modern art, open portion of the kitchen (meaning you could see it – it was glassed in) – old Damascene house. Wild. After ten days of not catering (too much) to Three Feet of Fun, we broke down (on account of a sick kid) and asked if the kitchen could make a bowl of pasta with butter for Noah. They obliged -Noah was thrilled. We shared a bottle of wine - we were thrilled. Had a really good Greek salad and a fantastic sojok (meatballs in tomato sauce). Worried about Noah hurling after eating the majority of his pasta, I made him walk (make that jump) part of the way back. Headed back at 9 pm (late for us), it appears that Damascus operates on toddler-time too; the streets were rolling up.