We first journeyed northward to the big city. Lights, people, it was New York! But the luster of the city wore off and we were ready to embark. We trudged further northward, towards the great ice fields and the arctic snow of iceland. The water was frigid and the hours unforgiving, but we found our way through and circled downward towards Europe. Like Viking conquerors we overtook England, France and Germany, and finally we crossed over the Italian hills. We landed, exhausted and ready to face the Saharan desert of Egypt…
Aaand this is how our kids will think it happened…really I slept most of the time and he watched movies. I also spent every take-off and landing holding my husband’s sweaty hands as he prayed we wouldn’t crash.Not sure how he ended up with a pilot’s daughter.
In Egypt, some great stories happened.
We ventured out to see the city of Cairo and to ride horses around the pyramids. Both were astonishing. We think we want to live in the dessert now.
Back in the airport, I tried to flush the weird knob on the toilet, but instead soaked my pants with the rocket bidet. Wet. For. Hours.