Stephanie and I had two missions today -- to have chicken sandwiches at KFC, and to get close to the Presidents Mosque. It was about an hour walk to the KFC. What a madhouse! Everybody was screaming like the trading pit on Wall Street with their little pieces of paper - pushing and shoving to get their buckets (okay, there were no buckets) of Kentucky Fried Chicken. I'm certain that almost everybody who came after us were served first, which only made me more determined to get better at Arabic: without the ability to cajole and scream at the server, we could only sit there and wait respectfully, calmly. It was Stephanie's first experience of KFC chicken, in Sana'a!