for onapostcard: Travels
Marian,
For some reason, I saw this and thought of you. Maybe it was just the oddity of something to blatantly Western/European in the Sook El-Attareen, but whatever. There’s a lot you would like here. The streets are wide, the water is impossibly blue, and the buildings are the color of sand. You can smell the heat here. The palm trees all open up like fans toward the sky, and the clouds look like a sneeze would blow them apart. I’ve got tan lines around my eyes like a raccoon.
Oh, and I guess I should mention the Bibliotheca Alexandrina, shouldn’t I? Because ha ha, I went there. You would die.
God, I love crossroads cities. The mix of languages here is absolutely brilliant. That’s one thing about the States US that I won’t ever get used too and I’ll definitely never enjoy, and don’t give me that look because I spend plenty of time there, thank you very much, and just because you have to have a regular job in a regular city doesn’t mean I have to stay put and wait for you to come home every day.
Yuck.
Moving on in a few days. Not sure where I’m headed, as per usual, but I’ll write you when I get there.
Clichés and kisses,
Ting