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?
Okay, so I had my fun last week writing various satirical posts, which I thought were deeply amusing. Unfortunately, my wife did not share this view; she may not be alone in that regard. So enough with the snotty, lead balloon humor. We leave for Tavira on September 17th. I would have had time to … Continue reading It’s not easy being an expat
Fourteen days before my wife and I hit New York running. We are going to stay at the Marrakech Hotel on the UPW for 10 days. Can't wait to leave the swamps of trailer park ignorance, or wherever igneous minds appear to have permanently calcified, here in lovely FLA. We used to live in Manhattan, … Continue reading Club Ibis