The picture you see above is of the island in Cairo where I grew up. The red arrow shows the location of the apartment building where I spent my formative, teenage years. The greenery in the front part of the picture is the Gezira Club. This is where I literally spent the first 16 years … Continue reading Zamalek, fein?
Since returning from Portugal, almost two weeks ago, I have been engaged in a ferocious internal debate: what should I focus my energies on next (other than preparing to move to Portugal next year)? The choice is ternary: a) Do nothing; hang out; chill; exercise; lose weight; ignore whatever happens with the coming election and … Continue reading The Dignity of Sand Cranes
Yesterday, Erin and I decided to visit the Blue Lagoon. This is a shallow body of hypersaline water (which is true of the entire Red Sea) between the shoreline and a spit of sand that parallels the beach for maybe 200-300m. Its mostly clear enough to see an occasional fish, but milky, with salt foam … Continue reading Bye bye birdie