Some more pictures.

Study session at Moulaya. Well, Alex and Fernando were studying, and I was just sort of being amused at them trying to figure things out.



Fernando is from Spain. He's pretty... great.



Zaylan works at Moulaya and is our hook-up there. He makes sure our hookahs are good and gives us free popcorn and we teach him English words. He told me that he bragged to his son that he had made friends with an American. That kind of depressed me.



Zaylan insisted we give him time to strike a pose before we snap a shot of him.



Alex, walking home from Moulaya (it's a two minute walk away).



Me, standing home from Moulaya. As this guy passed, he said, "hello!" I said hello back but was sort of confused. This was the first time this has happened. At least he didn't ask me for directions to somewhere I have never been.



This picture pretty much exists independent of any necessary description.



This place, Moulaya, is super close to our house. As you can see from the picture, we're already making friends with the employees and getting free stuff, and it's got a very nice atmosphere. You can probably tell a little from the pictures. Just near to where we're sitting, there's a big television where they play music videos, and every night they play this Turkish show that's dubbed in Syrian Arabic called Nuur. I feel like it's basically the Lost of Syria. Everyone was watching it intensely and we were just sort of sitting behind the television looking like a bunch of jackasses because we weren't watching this amazing show. We decided to start watching it so if we meet someone and can't think of anything to talk about, we can just talk about Nuur. Last night's episode was quite dramatic, as I could only tell by the dialogue and everyone's faces as they watched it.