Zamalek, fein?

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?


An unusual sense of calm has overcome me, as the legal noose gets tighter and tighter around the orange felon's neck. Now that I have decided -- following what happened to the front of our house last week (see previous post) -- to leave for good, the question is where in Portugal. The Algarve's far … Continue reading Coimbra