Sat July 26th
Yesterday morning we met up with Francesca who had socially engineered us an invite to her friends' beach house up on the northern coast. We took a cab over to her friend, George's place and ordered some breakfast. George is the son of wealthy steel farmers or something, I can't remember. Anyway, he's egyptian, as is his brother Paul, but they were schooled in England so they have strong english accents. At first Dave and I were really uncomfortable in his apartment because it seemed way too nice. I assume its about as nice as you can get in Cairo, with a view that over looks the entire city from the 14th floor penthouse wrap around windows. It also always seems like people with english accents are talking down to you because they sound so foppish by nature. Fortunately, it turns out that George is a good guy and he likes jokes/fun. It took a long time to get his brother out of bed and that time involved his parents (who live across the hall) coming over and yelling at him in arabic. This was all a lot to handle early in the morning.
Regardless, we loaded up and drove to the northern coast, which is about 30 km west of Alexandria on the Mediterranian sea. Shockingly beautiful is a strong understatement. The water is so blue that it makes the sky look like faded, washed out towel. (That was Francesa's simile btw).
On the last night there I was able to lay by myself on the beach and watch the clouds in the night sky. I was listening to some new Sigur Ros, which seemed to go perfectly with the speed of the clouds and the shooting stars. Sometimes you're given the encouragement that you're on the right path right when you need it. Sometimes life is so beautiful that you know you don't deserve it, but you'll take what you can get, and what I got was awesome.
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