As the sandstorms blow away the cool winter air and as March draws to a close, I now bid a bitter adieu to one of my not-so-secret happy places in Dubai: Global Village. It pains me to see your dancing rainbow neon lights no more as we zoom through Emirates road. It pains me to not get to stroll through the noisy, crowded halls in awe with fresh eyes on each visit. It pains me to not get any more chances to savor doughy bites of the sugar raised Bambaloni (Tunisian doughnut) or to drown myself in crispy date syrup drenched, crispy Lgeimat (Emirati doughnuts), the highlights of my Global Village trips.
In order to make this sorrowful parting of ways sweeter, I forced (after much prodding) The Husband to take me on one last trip, so that I can take home a part of Global Village to keep and share with my loved ones, family and friends back home, until it opens again.