Egypt Revisited Part 1

The moment I left the airport I felt as if someone had pressed play, almost like my time in Egypt had been paused and I was picking up right where I left off. Everything was the same, well except the brisk chilly weather that surprised me and made the sands feel like a beach in the morning and not the desert. I decided to stay with a friend, well mostly because I would have my own room and I really did not want the awkwardness of sharing a room with my little sister again but now, sitting here alone in this cold cold room, in this extravagant house with maids and chaffers rushing around, with everyone in there respective sections of the house sleeping, I really wouldn't mind going through that awkwardness, just so that I could feel like I'm apart of a family and that I am loved.
Yesterday, I went to an Egyptian school. I am told that it is one of the most expensive schools in all of Egypt known for being full of "brats" (the words of people who I'd spoken to) . When I got there I was so excited. Thinking this is going to be so fun, meeting new students, being bombarded with a million questions about America or whatever, but NO no no no a thousand times no. I had to sit in an office for TWO hours waiting for this phantom of a principal to show up so that I could get this non existent visitors pass. Finally, I'm allowed out and I think "oh okay this is alright, I'll meet my friends friends and everything will be fine" But no, as we walked into the courtyard I was like my friend just had idk a huge spot of ink on his shirt or something, and everyone was asking him about the spot not knowing that the spot had ears and could speak. "Who is this girl? What is her name ?" they would ask my friend, " HELLOO I shouted I can speak!" but i was ignored . What made it worse was as I was sitting on a bench waiting for what seemed like an eternity for some type of academic class to start, a boiling hot cup of ramen noodled is thrown from a balcony above and WHAP hits me right in the middle of my shoulder blades. you can imagine my face -_- Im done.
To wrap things up; class did start around 1 pm ( school ends at 3)- I was appalled by the lack of structure in the classes and the students complete disregard for learning- I appreciated the awkward Christian boy for sitting beside me and striking up a conversation- I had never been so grateful for the three o'clock bell.
Night: I meet up with a friend from AFS. Omar, truth be told we weren't that close during the summer, and I was nervous that I'd have another night full of awkwardness. After an annoying taxi ride with an flirtatious taxi driver, I finally met up with him and his friends and alas he was a perfect host and a really good friend. The things that I didn't understand he translated for me and really made sure that I was happy and felt like I was apart of the group. He threw me an unforgettable party for me on the nile... thats all I can say about that

The Man with the Green Eyes

This deserves a re-post. It was one of my first posts before I left for Egypt and reading it now is so refreshing.
UPDATE: I still mentally consult Uncle Green Eyed Man, wondering what he'd do in certain situations and think about what I'd say to him if I ran into him again in New York. I also remembered that his name was Malik.

Update Update: I'm going back to Egypt this week.

" My eyes I green cus I eat a lot of vegetables. It don't have nothing to do with your new friend" - Erykah Badu

"I must admit this entire process; preparing to go overseas, doing hours and hours or repetitive Arabic a day, felling the anxiousness of living with people I have never met, has made me feel rather apprehensive to go to Egypt. Nervous, but not in a good way. But yesterday, I met a green eyed man from Harlem who told me of his experiences in Egypt. He reminded me of one of the crazy cool protagonists I'd read in a funny novel about coming of age or something. Once I got passed how BEAUTIFUL he was and picked my mouth up off the ground and began to listen to what he was saying I was spellbound captivated enchanted and for the first time in a while excited once again. He told me of the time he stumbled into the modern day city of the dead, his encounters with con- artists, the power of the pyramids, the mid-town manhattan business of Cairo, and raved about tomatoes, lol. Honestly, I had the urge to act like an excited kid during story time, you know, sit Indian style plop my face in my hands and just listen. Perhaps it was because with each story he told, it was complete with sound effects, accents, broad hand gestures, and when he would get to the good part or when he would imitate someone his eyes would get SO big you'd think they would fall right out of his head lol. Just imagine these big huge clover green eyes staring right into your soul, intense but not in a bad way, it was more like hitting your funny bone, you know it hurts but you still have the urge to laugh ( Ha! perhaps this metaphor makes no sense, i guess you had to be there lol) As the minuets passed, I suddenly felt strangely comfortable with this man, like I'd known him for years and at one point I had the urge to say " Uncle Green Eyed Man its so great to see you again!". The epitome of the phrase "Familiar Stranger" I guess....
Maybe I'll right a poem about this encounter, maybe a short story, maybe I'll continue this blog post but for now, thank you green eyed man, who I had the urge to call Uncle Green Eyed man, for answering all of my silly questions, for the dope discount on all of those books that I bought, and for making me excited once again for this adventure in Egypt."

This Blog

Dear anyone who ever reads this blog,

You may be wondering why my posts have become less frequent, why the quality of my wiring as continued to disintegrate, and why I'm not writing about anything with SUBSTANCE ! To be frank I feel that no one reads this blog, truly this is NOT my dairy ( I have one of those), and feeling like I'm writing to thin air is no fun. So dear mysterious ticks on my blog counter, if you have any questions ASK, if you like a post SAY SO ( if you don't say that too), INTERACT or else as we say in Jordan "7alas" this blog will continue to fade into nothingness.

Best Regards

Nia