In the final installment of out-of-sequence posts this entry will evaluate our evacuation to San Diego and the journey back to Egypt via Denver and Jordan.
The myth is that several of our co-workers in Egypt thought our evacuation back to the states to be with our families was a vacation. Would I be a party pooper if I opted to disagree? Jetlag is a bitch. Living out of a suitcase and sleeping on a couch isn't far behind. The worst part was worrying about friends and students back in Alex and the uncertainty of our future as the country was and is still stuck in limbo.
San Diego during the day consisted of being glued to the computer setting up our on-line classrooms. Ana and I did do a little public speaking tour about our experience and thoughts on the Egyptian revolution at our former schools. It was nice to see so many familiar faces up in the PQ; many former students asked me if I remembered their names. The bonus happy hour with former colleagues was pretty swell. At Chula Vista High we spoke to the zero period class-think teenagers at 6:30 am. We were thankful to be given the opportunity to share our stories with as many people as we did.
Turning 42 in San Diego beat the hell out of turning 41 in Kuwait City. We also celebrated Chikle and Selina's "little man's" second birthday. It was a successful evening if we stayed awake past 9 pm.
|OB is a beach bum's haven. Very local. I wanted to see the sunset for my birthday. FYI OB has the longest pier on the west coast...spent many years here catching waves after work.|
|Live music pours out of bars and clubs off of 6th and the vibrant art scene loaded with galleries sits along an alley between Revolution and Constitution and 2nd and 3rd.|
PRAD Pasaje Rodriguez has a big opening every first Friday of the month. The district is loaded with galleries, bookshops, record stores, and boutiques. To learn more click here
|The four images above are from a mural in one of the spaces. The evening showcased a diverse range of Art from visual to performance.|
|You can't get tacos al vapor in Alexandria...Ana and Little Esther chowing away.|
|The night was young.|
|I like installations, but sadly they are usually in a controlled environment such as a gallery. I think some would be more effective in unexpected public spaces like a mall in Doha or Dubai perhaps next to a Starbucks.|
|There was even a good smelling print shop. You know what I mean if you've ever sniffed a real press.|
|Images along a wall|
|A seig heiling Hitler telling you NO SMOKING in 5 different languages.|
|Another gallery shot.|
|Art along the walls. I promised myself to spend some time in TJ this summer, maybe rent a room for a couple of days and make some art. This was one city's culture we missed.|
|The 3 Kings' Toilet has seen better flushes.|
|Sab Grey still belting out skinhead athems.|
This might explain the ineffectiveness of the Jordanian Air Force
|A view from Mount Nebo.|
|On the back of the memorial to Moses|
|The new Orthodox Church alongside the River Jordan|
|Murals on the walls inside the church.|
|A look over the wall into occupied Palestine.|
An Israeli soldier protecting a woman and her yogurt across from us at the River Jordan. The soldiers on both sides looked pretty serious. The land grabbing and God business has sure costs a lot of lives.
I hear you, it does look more like a creek...don't wander off the trails as there are still many unexploded ordinances lurking in the bushes.
|The Dead Sea was our final stop.|
No, not a Jordanian Minstrel Show but more like a Dead Sea's right of passage…getting in black mud goes back to the Bible. Apply, wait 15 minutes, go into the water and wash it off.
It would be like visiting the Guinness factory and not having a beer...I was there, the black mud was there, my defense was that it was destiny.
|A block from our hotel in Amman was the Roman Amphitheater...we didn't go in.|
|Beautiful and scenic Amman is home to bootleg DVD shops, outdoor vendors selling ski masks (the kind that hides your identity), and Al Pasha (Turkish bath house). Sadly we missed Petra, next time.|