Upon returning from a boy-induced absence

Gentle readers:

I am indeed fine and well. I'm not sure whether the concern some of you expressed over my lack of blogging these past 7 days reflects more on the bonds of our friendship or on the fact that I was becoming a bit too attached to broadcasting every detail of my life to you on a daily basis.

But, after proving definitively this past week that I am not addicted to blogging, I'm ready to start feeding the monkey once again. Worry not, dear ones—the blog posts are back.

I'm tempted to spend this blog post recounting the many and harrowing adventures from my travels with the esteemed Mr. Razi over the past two weeks—which included interrogations and bomb scares at the Israeli border, going broke in three different north african cities, pounding baklava, learning to play backgammon in the old city of Jerusalem from Nod and a Palestinian teenager (who dominated both of us), staying in both hostels cockroaches and unidentifiable stains and hostels with views of the red sea, trying unsuccessfully to sneak a glance into the Dome of the Rock, and getting pulled into a dance circle with Nod at an Egyptian street wedding (which may or may not have concluded with a brief bellydancing display and money showered over me…awkward?). But. I feel these stories will come out with time.

The amiable Mr. Razi is leaving Cairo tonight, however, heading back to life Ethiopia and a bit more serenity and greenery than we've had in Egypt. So, with my mind elsewhere, I'll save all my stories for another day. All this to say that yes, I am safe and well, and no, I haven't forgotten you. Pictures are in the process of being posted to facebook.

Until tomorrow-
A.W.