It's amazing how much faith I put into this experience without even realizing it. I arrived at the airport and was looking for people from the school (having just met the one other teacher on my flight) when we finally found them. There were two men with a (handprinted) sign and when we went outside they told us we had to take separate cars because we were living in separate places. Maybe because I just desperately needed my traveling to be at an end but I also really had nothing but to trust this man. And I didn't even have a second thought getting into his car by myself. (Well that's not entirely true - I did have a second thought of being trafficked, courtesy of my sister and too much television but not quite strong enough to stop me.) Fortunately my faith was rewarded and I was delivered to my apartment (with all of my luggage despite three different planes and two airlines!) safely and completely intact. I'm still getting settled into my apartment but I seem to be in a busy section of the city with many shops and markets and lots of people. Some things to get used to: no apparent shower curtain, a hole in my bathroom floor covered by a bowl, the cats wandering the hallway, oh, and the 110 degree heat during Ramadan.