After more than half of their holiday over, Mom and Dad can finally enjoy their staygha (that's when they're not beaten to lunching on it by the workers now busy on the next house project: the paving). Thanks to Dad's gardening genius, wayward bushes and overgrown plants have been removed to provide us with a magnificent view of the the mountains beyond. It's the most relaxing place in (out of) the house, which is probably the reason why I found Dad sitting there quietly at 5am one morning because he couldn't sleep. We've already had an impromptu 'mabrouk' evening visit on the finished staygha from the neightbours, and Mom hosted the first tea party on it with all her aunties. I see many more breakfasts, lunches and dinners being held here - and a whole lot of garden enjoyment.
Life before the staygha.
Dad and fat neighbour measuring the building area.
Dad waters and sweeps the newly laid concrete.
Plastering the walls while Mom and Dad listen to the tiler's suggestions.
Dad can't wait to use his new staygha. Mom and I find him enjoying a glass of wine on the unfinished patio when we return home one night.
Covered by a roof.
The contentious railings. After many arguments for and against, they are installed. Yalla grandson, these are for you!
Stretch over and you can pick a pear from the tree.