Monday, April 8, 2013

Catching Up

I’ve been so busy.
In Alexandria on the Mediterranean Sea.

Don’t you love it when people say that? Like you are the only person with things to do.

I don’t have time.

Another winner. How about those two hours you spent watching Harlem Shake videos, huh? You seemed to have time for that.

I can’t think of anything interesting to write.

Now, that’s just crap. You live in Egypt.

I’m writing now, okay, so let’s just put the past behind us. Yes, it has been more than three months since my last entry, but in these three eventful months I have experienced enough expat ups and downs to provide entries until summer. So sit back, relax, and enjoy my drama…ahem…experience.

December 21-30, 2012: Israel & Palestine
We spent nine days driving through Israel and Palestine, including Bethlehem, Nazareth and Jericho. I swam in the healing Dead Sea and sailed on the Sea of Galilee. I walked where Jesus walked, which led me to the conclusion that Jesus was in incredible shape. This experience both questioned and strengthened my faith, a process that would continue for months. It wasn’t a bad place to be when my dog died near the end of the trip. Israel is a beautiful country and I would go back in a heartbeat.

River Jordan.
Jericho, with my friend and the school's art teacher, Krista.
Mount of Olives.
Payphone + fanny pack = 1980s. 
Bethlehem on Christmas Eve. Where Christ was born.
"On a boat" on the Sea of Galilee. 
Sunset over the Dead Sea.
December 30, 2012-January 7, 2013: Turkey
After Israel, my friends, Justine & Chris, and I headed to Turkey. We spent a relaxing four days in Istanbul and Cappadocia respectively. I climbed through cave dwellings and toured the Bosphorus Strait by boat. On our last day, it snowed, which made it all the more difficult to return to Cairo.

Justine, Chris and me in front of a cave monastery.
Justine & me at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul.

January 8-February 1, 2013: Back in Cairo
I started running, working my way up to 4K, four times per week. I felt healthy and fit, while still eating pretty much whatever I wanted. I celebrated my friend, Angela’s, engagement and became more discouraged at work. I couldn’t wait for my brother’s visit.
Eric and I reenacting Angela's engagement.

February 2-March 1, 2013: Tavy in Egypt
Having my little brother, Tavis, in Egypt for a month was a huge blessing. He helped me with concerts, housework and was a supportive companion during a rough time. We visited historical sites that I hadn’t had a chance to see: the Pyramids of Giza, a different part of Saqqara, Coptic Cairo and the Citadel. On our first horseback trip, I was kicked by a horse, bruising up my leg and halting my running for a while. I fell out of favor with a good friend and Tav was right there to help me get through it. He took care of me when I was home with pink-eye for two days. We shared a room and he was never a bother. I miss him.
With the student divers in Hurghada, and my brother!
Horseback at the Pyramids.

Climbing a Pyramid.
Temple of the Sphinx.

In the Citadel.
At Abu Sid, a favorite Egyptian restaurant in Maadi.
On a Felucca on the Nile.

March 2-March 28: Living with an Injury
One day after Tav left, as Angela and I walked the streets of a hip neighborhood called Zamalek, I tripped while walking off a curb and rolled my ankle. I tried to recover quickly, but the pain intensified and I ended up in a shady Cairo emergency room where the doctor was at first convinced it was a fracture. The X-rays proved different, and he put a plaster slab on it as a bad sprain. I’d sprained my ankle before and never felt this kind of pain. I was confined to crutches for two days until I could see a specialist nearer to my home. Angela took care of me and we both had to miss Beth’s birthday because of it. I felt very lucky to have Angela there at that time. I struggled through work and finally saw a specialist, who helped me get an air cast delivered to my apartment. This allowed me to limp, very slowly, and I no longer needed the crutches. I was in extraordinary amounts of pain and I started to appreciate American doctors’ affinity for prescribing narcotic painkillers, while also regretting I was in Egypt. My preschoolers and first graders performed concerts, I took one day off, and wallowed through March unable to exercise, dive or walk at a normal speed. Once the specialist was able to view the ankle and the X-rays, he diagnosed a major sprain with a ruptured ligament. He kept saying, “You’re going to wish you would have just broken it.” It was (and still is) hugely frustrating. But, I did get in a trip to Alexandria to celebrate Angela’s birthday. We relaxed, saw the amazing library and hung-out on the Mediterranean.
This is actually not the grossest picture.
1st Grade concert. So far, the concert of which I am most proud. 
Pre-K concert. Adorable 3 and 4-year-olds.
At the Bibliotecha Alexandria.

March 29-April 5: London & Amsterdam
My ankle has improved and with the cast, I can walk normally, albeit a bit slowly. I spent Spring Break in London & Amsterdam, first visiting my friends, Sarah & Dave in London. Then, Sarah and I traveled onto Amsterdam for a little vacation. I saw two great shows and enjoyed being in Western cities. Small modern conveniences turn into huge luxuries after living in Egypt for a while.
Big Ben, my first stop after arriving in London.
Platform 9 3/4 because I'm a Harry Potter nerd. 
After visiting the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. My childhood music friend, Sarah Beth.

The Peace Palace in The Hague, Amsterdam.

Hanging out with a WWII soldier at the Churchill War Rooms.
About to attend an Evensong service at Westminster Abbey.
Mama & Daddy bought me a great ticket to see "Matilda" in the West End for my birthday.
A surprise birthday celebration on my last night in London.
Now, I’m just trying to get through the last term here without completely falling apart. I co-music direct the all-school musical, specifically coaching the principle roles in their solos. I’m enjoying this immensely and missing my own performing a bit. I’m only wearing the air-cast to and from work, switching to an ankle brace during the school day. The first day was rough, but today is going much better. Living and working abroad is difficult, and it’s hard to tell sometimes if it’s just living abroad or more specific to my job and location. I do know that at some point, I have to become a stronger person because of this. I’m just waiting for that to happen.

I plan to write more often. I need to write more often. And not sugarcoated adventures or prolonged emotional rants, but a balance between awe and honesty. That way it will be therapeutic for me and still fun for you. As my views on religion, privilege and ethics shift, I hope to do a better job of exploring those inner dialogs here. Because, if not on the internet, then where?


  1. Thanks for sharing. Your travels have inspired me to see more of this incredible world.

    1. Thank you so much for commenting! It means a lot to me that people back home are reading.