Yes, that’s me in a berka. When we were at the Grand Mosque last night, Darren and I were not appropriately dressed for entry. The Mosque provides garments for just such an occasion. There was an entire dressing room full of black berkas and head wraps. I was excited for the chance to be part of the culture. Darren had to wear a white floor-length robe. I thought it was neat that the Mosque goes through the trouble of providing clothing when they could easily turn away people who are not dressed properly. For me it made the experience a little more special.