This sultry night is my fourth being in the land of the lotus flower, pyramids, and of course, the wandering Nile.
Preparing for the grand Egypt adventure included some pretty incredible groundwork: eating all the salt and vinegar potato chips I could lay my hands on and drinking a good-golly posse of vanilla flavored milk; welcoming in the dawn with my animal friends who lazily nibbled their favorite tidbits as we lounged on the deck; and there was memorizing the close scents of Chris, Veronika, and beautiful little Mira as we hugged tightly and voiced our farewells.
Preparing for the grand Egypt adventure included some pretty incredible groundwork: eating all the salt and vinegar potato chips I could lay my hands on and drinking a good-golly posse of vanilla flavored milk; welcoming in the dawn with my animal friends who lazily nibbled their favorite tidbits as we lounged on the deck; and there was memorizing the close scents of Chris, Veronika, and beautiful little Mira as we hugged tightly and voiced our farewells.
Shifting, shifting, shifting...
As mullahs chant from their minarets, masses of men dressed in white gowns and crochet skull caps bow endlessly like see-saws; women drenched in heat-absorbing black, fluttering like sails as they wait patiently for their men to complete the holy ritual; and all the while, western Christmas lights are twinkling and flashing in windows and streets in celebration of Ramadan.
What a wonderment Cairo is at this moment.
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