Things I do in Abu Dhabi that I've never done so frequently elsewhere:

• Take taxis. In New York, I drove. In Atlanta, I walked. Mexico, I knew the bus system like the back of my hand. San Francisco: bicycle (oh, how I miss it). Abu Dhabi: I walk up to the bus stop, but I catch a cab. Every time. I won't lie: I love it. It's reasonably cheap, faster than the bus, and safer than attempting to commute on two wheels.
• Eat falafel & hummus. Heaven in mah mouth.
• Bite my tongue. It ain't easy, but swearing is illegal, so no telling off that jack-ass driver who almost ran you down in the parking lot. And no middle fingers either. (Hear that, Chad?)
• Not smile. On more than one occasion, smiling at strange men in public has led to being followed, likely under the impression that I am for hire. Sorry, gents, but now I'm stone-faced.
• Get mistaken for a prostitute. See above.
• Do yoga. I have *a lot* of free time right now, and thanks to my lovely friend Rachel, I get to fill some of it with yoga in the comfort of my own home. Good stuff.
• Skype with my in-laws. They are so lovely. I love them. And I love seeing their pixelated faces via the wonders of Skype.
• Burn baked goods. My convection oven and I are still working out some kinks in our relationship.
• Drink camel milk. Makes the burnt baked goods go down more easily.
• Turn on the air conditioner. It's November and still hits the 90s during the day, 'nough said.