
Instead, many of the Egyptians on the Frankfort-Cairo flight
clapped as we touched down. Maybe they were expressing relief that they would
soon be released from 3 ½ hour screaming session that one of the two-year-olds
on the flight provided, but I rather think that they were genuinely happy to be
home. My wife and I were greeted near the gate by a smiling, mustachioed
Egyptian travel agent representing our new school; for once we were the people
whose names were on the signs being held aloft by welcoming travel reps. Like
VIPS, we were ushered through customs, immigration, and visa processing in less
than ½ hour, a new personal record. Our
smiling agents then grabbed our bags from the conveyor and ushered us through
the terminal where our school administrators waited along with school vans and
drivers. So much for my tough-guy entry into Egypt.
Driving from Cairo International’s location in the northeast
of the city to our ultimate destination in the southeast of the city, I scan the horizon for blackened columns of smoke, the tell-tale signs of current
revolutionary activity. I see none. Businesses seem to be going about as usual
along the highway, a crowded mixture of families in cars and trucks hauling
everything from heavy construction equipment to refrigerated goods. What I do see is a lot of small, litter-strewn sand-dunes outlining much of the highway.
I also see block after block of unfinished 10 to 15 story apartment buildings.
These, as it turns out, are the tell-tale signs of Egypt’s Arab Spring.
Started by contracting firms patronized by the Mubarak regime, the firms simply
vanished two years ago, leaving behind hundreds and hundreds of half-finished,
squared hulks, now quietly collecting dust and sand amidst the sprawling Egyptian
suburbs.


hands and introduces himself to us as we head up the broad, marble staircase, drivers toting our luggage in tow; they refused to let us help. We open our flat door to a gorgeous 10-room apartment complete with built-in kitchen and two balcony/sun-rooms. Our new school has even left us a bouquet of flowers on the dining room set and has stocked our kitchen and pantry with survival food and coffee; bless them.

The "flat" looks so nice. So, I have figured out that you all are 7.5 hours ahead of us. Is there a way to "face time" or is skyping the best thing to do? I don't want us to lose touch as much as we did when you guys were in China. I am just so happy that we finally met...you were EXACTLY as I pictured. Hurry and give us more information. I have a group of people from Camden TN that is eager to keep up with what you guys are doing too! I love you both~Susie
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