Tap Water

To make a long story short my grandfather gave me a bottle of tap water in a normal water bottle the end result one sleepless night and school the next day all drugged up on some arabic pills. Looking back at my ordeal with the tap water I am able to laugh, I am able to say, "Mahyah Masar" I won! with a laugh and the more that I think about it, I think thats how I'll look at all of my problems here in Egypt.

But for now honestly sometimes I feel like giving up, I feel like I did that sleepless night in my sisters bed, helpless and hopeless, I just want to sit there and cry. The language, the people, the traffic, at times everything is so overwhelming! Moreover, day by day I find my English rapidly becoming poorer! That is the scariest thing for me, the fact that when I sit down to try and write I can only think of the word in Arabic....ugh

I wish I could wow you, write some deep amazing blog about the beauty of Egypt or something, but for now bear with me... the words will come inshaallah...