As I lay in bed this morning trying to make myself get up I received an e-mail threat that they were going to cancel my precious journal because I have not updated in 2 months. So here I am updating.

Apparently, if I don't update my journal it will cease to exist. So, I thought I would use this entry as a way to keep my stories alive and perhaps tell a new one. I miss Egypt. I miss the people, my friend just had a Baby yesterday and I missed the haflah (party), i miss falafels, i miss drinking tea all day long out of small glass cups, i miss not knowing where i would travel to the next day and I REALLY miss speaking arabic. I am very concerned that ...

I am home! Safe and Sound.

taxi drivers - taxi drivers seem to be my best bet at practicing and learning arabic. its a hit or miss game. yesterday I debated taking a taxi for $1 or walking the 6 kilometers in the heat of the day. I refused the first taxi drivers overpriced offer and convinced the second one to allow me, the "rich american tourist" to pay the normal price. we started to talk about different things and he, of course, made a kind offer for us to have a relationshi...

Yesterday, I thought I knew all the tricks of the egyptian sweet talkers, but, today, I learned a new one. One of my favorite parts of the arabic language is the unspoken language, the language of hand gestures. Measurements are demonstrated on the arm, you can use your hands and gesture "where are you going" and reply with the hand as well. They, the sweet talkers, say "have you tried an egyptian yet," "you know arab men have hot blood," "we are big like t...