The personal and professional website of Douglas Van Bossuyt
We started the evening by sitting at a Cafe in Hammam Lif. We waited across the street from the old, shuttered casino. During earlier times, the gambling was high-class and high-rolling. Now days, the gambling and entertainment district of Hammam Lif lies dormant, supporting a few cafes and other small business. Perhaps one day the glitz and glamor of the past shall return.
On the roof of the Halila house taking in the view of Hammam Lif.
Mike and our hostess.
Peppers on the move.
The Disco Store. I cannot impress upon you enough the distance to the nearest disco of any size or note. Perhaps people buy the equipment for their private residences.
My luggage prior to departure.
On arrival in Tunis, I found a note inside one of my bags saying the TSA had searched it. Evidently they didn’t find anything because everything was still accounted for.
Lucas in a sidewalk cafe on Ave Bourgiba next to the clock tower.
Our first day of school.
Lucas’s and my studio apartment. It is one corner of the bottom of a large villa in Hayya Romanna, a neighborhood of Tunis. We have a kitchen, sitting area, two beds, a full bathroom, and three dogs.
Giovanna sampling a Tunisian delicacy. It’s called a “brique.”
Lucas and me studying by our swimming pool.
Our classroom. All of our classes happen in the same room to make things easier for everyone. In the mornings on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday we have Arabic from 830 to 1030am. then from 1030 to 1230 we have French. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we have woman’s studies and environmental case studies from 130 to 430pm. On Wednesdays we usually go on field trips around the country. Sometimes we also go on trips on Saturdays.