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Thursday, January 26, 2012

أسرة - Family

Uusra - family

January is so cold for so many reasons. Yeah, of course it's winter in most places, and it's an expensive month of reckoning for damage done at Christmas. But here especially, as the holiday season waned, memories of Greece chilled, and the test and final project season loomed, Alexandria just felt.... cold. My room catches wind through 3 of its windows that refuse to close all the way (Flagshippers, do any of you have windows that close all the way?), so my bed feels frigid at night and sleeping with 3 nestlé water bottles filled with hot water is just about the only way I can nod off. (I know, first world problems. At least I have that cozy room and the even cozier apartment.)

But the warmest of warm things came as a gift this month, a visit from family! Sarahsister  came to visit. (It's come to my attention that I often say "my sister" when I'm talking about one or the other, and forget to specify which. As such, some of my friends in the past have gone a long time thinking I had one uber multi-talented artistic and science-minded sibling, per the way I tend to rave about both of them like a grandmother. While this is could be true, I in fact have two. Sophiesister is the younger one) Sarah's on her way to South Africa and while it was still crazy getting tests done, and though I literally just typed and turned in a final paper without taking a second glance at it or even remotely checking the Arabic, it was a JOY to have her to play with for two weeks, and I think the tests all ended up fine. ma'alesh!

We explored places in Alexandria I'd been saving to savor with someone who also had never seen them (The Roman Catacombs, Pompey's Pillar, all of Montazah gardens) and ate a lot of fuul, falafel, and great Egyptian strawberries and tangerines ("faraaaawala and yuuuuusfi") like good Egyptian girls. (And like good budget-conscious Americans).

We rented a car to visit three Egyptian monasteries on a gorgeous, cloud-less day. The tour guide at one, who was present when I'd visited with the group the month prior, was so pleased to see a return visitor, he gave Sarah free medication for her swiftly developing cold, and gave us a bouquet of fresh basil as a token of friendship from the brothers. (He also chided us for not having the whole bible memorized. "You're Christians, aren't you? Why can't you recite it all?" Uuuuh, sorry kindly monk man, but we're not as incredible as you are at memorization, nor do we undertake 6 hours of bible study a day. Hmm.) We ate some of the basil leaves with fresh tomatoes and New Zealand cheddar cheese on the train to Cairo a few days later, and it was neat remembering where the basil had come from. We biked on the Corniche in the rain and tried a new bar and wandered a lot, and all in all, her presence made Egypt feel real and tangible and part of my actual world. Thanks for coming, Sarah.

We also had 3 gaaaaamed (awesome) days in Cairo, where we wandered in Old Cairo, Coptic Cairo, Garden City, Tahrir, Downtown, Al-azhar and some absolutely overwhelming markets, and of course made the obligatory expedition out to the Pyramids. We changed out our hotel after feeling incredibly insecure at our first one, and as we swiftly packed our bags to hightail it out of the first hostel (Lialy hostel in Talaat Harb, I don't recommend staying there!) and sort of skipped out into the street while I  called another place, hoping they had a spare room, I was deeply grateful that my sister was there. Sarah's a badass traveling buddy and there's no one else that I'd rather have had with me especially at that moment. We shared dinner with Kelsey, (who arrived that night to join us!) and celebrated our liberation from creepy hostel with jubilation, baba ganug, and many exclamations of "I'm so glad we just up and left!" Sarah, I can't wait for our siberian railroad adventure. Yalla bina. (let's go!)

Tomorrow our whole group leaves at THREETHIRTYINTHEMORNING to get to a train in Cairo that will insha'allah deliver us to Luxor, in upper (south) Egypt by early evening. We have a Nile Cruise for everyone in the group and we're STOKED. We'll visit the Valley of the Kings and lots of the famous temples in Luxor, Aswan, and Abu Simbel. I'm also excited, and thankful, for the opportunity to go to Paris immediately after the trip, the ticket for which was mileage and a Christmas gift from my parents. I'll be staying with the family I worked for as an au pair, three years ago (THREE YEARS AGO, WHAT?) and get to go with two great friends from my group. Fellow Flagship friends go to France. Oui, oui, oui.

There's also a method to the travelling madness, and that's the thought that I don't know if I will live in Egypt long-term. Of course, I hardly know what's happening in the short-term future (do any of us, anyhow?), but in the spirit of entertaining the most far-fetched and delightful of my options, I'd like to keep the idea of working in France alive and well. Keep that middle and high school dream kicking. And that means not letting my rusty french completely atrophy. It's onlly 9 PM and I have to wake up in a few hours, so that's enough for now.



Sarahsister at sunset in Alazhar Park, Cairo

A protestor named Ahmed shows Sarah and I around a tent in Tahrir square, displaying photos of martyrs and battles from the days of the Revolution.

Bahari on a sightseeing day in Alexandria. I had saved up a personal day for this Sunday and every moment was SO WORTH IT.

A good example of my part of Alex, in the rain. Things get mucky.

Les pyramides!

Tents in Tahrir set up by protestors from Alexandria

Zack and I cycling the Corniche on a rainy day. See the storm ahead? The skies soon opened. Our ride was cut short :)

Our tour guide at the Coptic Saint Bishoy monastery. I honestly forget why I'm in a hole in the ceiling.


Ca-iro gets ca-rowded.

Al-Azhar mosque. Really stunning place, and we were free to walk about as we wanted, wherever, even as women! Very pleased.




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Saturday, January 7, 2012

إحتفالات - Celebrations

iHtifaalaat - Celebrations

This post risks making it sound like it's all fun and games in Egypt. Which I suppoooose 
it sort of is, aside from class. Life is fun here, amid the stress and annoyance, and for that, 
I'm grateful. (Example, while dead stuck in traffic today, when the taxi driver was eerily 
silent, I started counting the number of bumper stickers that made me laugh. 4 out of 
the next 5 I saw were pretty great. My favorites: "NO FRIENDS!" Also, "WOMEN!
 Up the power TIME!" I don't know what either mean.)

However, the daily routine of nescafé, homework, friends, Arabic practice, nescafé, 
repeat has been broken up more often than usual with parties and fun things this 
past month.

December and January, as they seem to be in so many places across the globe, are full
 of celebrations in Egypt. I was given the privilege to participate as a bridesmaid in 
Ghada's engagement party (congratulations Ghada and Gamal!) on December 10th. 
I hung out with her family for nearly the entire day, rode in the zefa (parade) of cars 
that swerves and speeds up and down the Corniche, honking all the while, and 
applauded with the hundreds of guests as the couple arrived to the historic venue in 
a boat. I'm afraid there might be a video somewhere of me as the only foreigner 
attempting Egyptian dance in the middle of the sparkly dance floor. 

There was also Christmas (duh), New Year's (duh) and not to mention my own 
personal freak-out moment/celebration in seat 5C of an Olympic airlines flight to 
Athens from Cairo, just before Christmas. On the way to a Christmas break trip
 shared between myself and five other American friends, I might have squealed, 
a little bit, when the plane took off. 

I enjoy Egypt, I really do. But like a difficult friend whom you still love, a little 
break from the pollution, the noise, the staring, the harassment, and the homework
 was much needed. Almost all the students in my program did, in fact, or at least
 took the opportunity to travel. The whole lot of Americans, all accustomed to 
long, American University-style Christmas breaks, grew notably restless as late
 December approached. As I stepped onto a bus from Alex to the Cairo airport,
 early in the morning, snagging my last cheap snacks (ain't gonna find no 30 
cent water bottles and 15 cent cookies in the crumbling European Union), 
I'll never forget the intense excitement I felt just to, well, LEAVE. 

Greece surpassed our expectations, and when some guests in our hostel 
lamented the dirtiness of the streets and the poor state of the economy,
 my travelling crew and I just nodded politely and listened, unimpressed. 
Coming from the often dirty streets of Egypt, and the often less-developed
 areas of Alexandria that we've grown fond of and used to, Athens was a 
shiny sort of wonderland. Greeks were exceedingly friendly, their food was 
simple and expertly done (grilled calamari, roasted pork, eggplant in myriad 
different ways, stuffed zucchini, spinach pies, beautiful salads, and warm 
red wine, among other tasty things).

My American sense of entitlement got a good shake to it when the Parthenon 
was closed on Christmas Eve, due to a strike. I had a 30-second moment of 
indignation and then we proceeded to have an incredible day, exploring an
 offbeat district called Gazi, descending a random staircase into an underground 
taverna, and spending two hours drinking good Greek wine and listening to 
good music. Roasted chestnuts, conversations in the street with Egyptians 
long-settled in Greece, tea and hypothetical questions during our freezing 
hostel evenings, metro rides in giddy moods, and shoe shopping on Ermou 
street are all things I'll never forget from that Christmas Eve. Christmas 
morning we exchanged white elephant gifts and my loot consisted of warm 
socks (NEEDED) and Greek dark chocolates (needed?) and a Christmas 
evening we hiked to the highest hill in Athens (actually NOT the Acropolis, 
weird, right?) to warm ourselves up.

All that said, I am finally truly glad to be back, though I was digging my 
heels on the way. Watching the sun set over the fields (cotton? wheat? 
watermelon? no idea) on the train from Cairo to Alex a week ago, drinking 
hot tea offered to me from a genial man with a drink cart (affordable drinks 
in every possible locale, i MISSED you), my heart felt full. Greece satisfied 
some of that ever present longing for something different; a new place. 
I have some energy to devote to Arabic again. I missed my neighborhood. 
I missed my classmates. Celebrating the New Year the following day with 
Egyptian and Flagship friends, I felt complete. It's weird that Egypt is home, but it is. 

 For New Year's in Egypt, people toss jars, bottles, and bags full of water 
or God knows what else out windows. Lord help those down below in 
the street, but it makes for a fun show if you're on a balcony. Not to mention 
the full-size fireworks lit from balconies and curbs all over the city. I've never 
seen such a panoramic fireworks show in my life. Sometimes, I adore places 
without intense American safety rules.

A final celebration of the past several weeks was my roommate Kelsey's
 24th birthday yesterday! Several of us put together a little surprise party 
for her and by God it  WORKED. She was actually surprised, it seems. 
Since when do surprise parties actually work?  Our director gave her a
 gag gift of a terribly scented perfume, which is indicative of how great 
our director is (truly) and the Greek café we tricked her into entering 
dated from 1900 and was  a dusty testament to the grandeur that was once 
more prevalent in old Alexandria.

Finally, last night, a small group of us went to a Coptic Christmas Eve 
service in Saint Mark's Cathedral. (Coptic service but in a Catholic cathedral? 
Can an Egyptian please explain that to me?) Imagine Gregorian chants in 
Arabic, in a cathedral that rivals anything you've seen in Europe, with near 
white walls. Gorgeous. Today is Christmas for the Copts, so really it's been 
just an extended Christmas season for us here. As they say, kull sina wa-intu tayyibeen!

This month holds a new lot of internship work, final exams and projects,
 a visit from my older SISTER (!!!) in two days, and at the end of the
 month a trip to Luxor and Aswan with the whole crew. I'll try to post once 
more before that trip! 

I hope all your own celebrations this past month were blessed and full and sweet.


No inset photos! Because I'm lazy! But here's a link to nearly 100 photos of our Greece trip:
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10101447210136160.3326339.7958266&type=1&l=6a79e5b07b

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