No boys allowed part 2
The apartment hunting process was stressful to say the least. Not only was there intense pressure to find somewhere to live, we were also completely thrown to the wolves regarding the entire endeavor....
View ArticleAt least we had the stuffed parrots
I’ll be honest. I’ve done nothing interesting for the past 48 hours, unless you count cooking dinner and going to a hotel bar interesting, in which case both you and I need to get out more. The roomies...
View ArticleThis is how we cross the street
Crosswalks exist in Cairo. I have seen the lines painted on the ground in crosswalk shape and a sign indicating that the area was appropriated for pedestrians to cross the street. The electric signs...
View ArticleNoodle Haste Makes Taste Waste
For the past few weeks, everyone in our program and their brother had been raving about the Uighur restaurants in town. During break time all I would hear is “Uighur this, Uighur that, noodles noodles...
View ArticleSowing, Winnowing, and Manuring
Today we went to the Egyptian Museum of Agriculture, a gem that has and will be overlooked by hordes of tourists for years to come. In this context, the word museum is misleading since the Agricultural...
View ArticleWalking on Feet in San Francisco
I walked almost 8.7 nautical miles (10 miles) today in my Sperry’s and skinny jeans (no prairie dress yet). I wore a black jacket and sometimes it was a little too warm in the sun, but I liked having...
View ArticleThe Sun: Worth Remembering
Well I’ve really gone and done it now. I spent too much time inside and forgot what the sun looked like. My mom told me this would happen but I didn’t believe her. I never believed her. She always...
View ArticleStep Out of the Van and Into a Postcard
We’d heard about the Gelada baboons and wanted to see them. This was all we knew. We didn’t consider the fact that sunny mountain sides are perilous for pasty white skin, that cool breezes turn lips...
View ArticleWhy I Don’t Give Restaurant Recommendations
Over the past year, I’ve eaten breakfast at 43 different restaurants in the Bay Area. Every Friday morning, I wake at the godly hour of 5:15 am and leave the house by 6:30 to go eat breakfast at 7:00...
View ArticleWhy I Ate 78 Breakfasts at 78 Different Places Last Year
I hereby declare that I have done it. For one year (from 1.11.2013 – 1.17.2014), I ate breakfast at a different Bay Area restaurant every Friday before work and on some weekends. I achieved both my...
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