searching for apartments in cairo is sometimes a fruitless task. particularly when your arabic skill is lacking and brokers see you with the tint of dollars and euros in your complexion.
but at last. at last i found a place that is just wonderful. and incredibly pink. it's as if a giant bottle of pepto bismal spilled all over the walls. except for in my room, which is approximately the color of a yellow highlighter.
it's an apartment i can see myself loving. hosting dinner parties in. studying arabic in. cooking food, doing yoga, caring about cleaning, caring about making it feel like home. spending summer nights on the balcony talking about the latest cairo daily miracle.
our rental contract prohibits "shameful behavior" a gloriously vague clause that could be anything from an orgy or drinking a bottle of wine depending on the moral stature of the landlord.
i will take pictures soon and post them, though probably after i paint my room a more acceptable color and dress it up a bit.
other slices of life:
discovering that we have three little kittens living on the back porch of the office.
sharing the road with a horse and carriage.
drinking watermelon juice
buying cleaning supplies in a hidden nook of a market
starting arabic classes.
playing scrabble every tuesday night
i'm beginning to feel that cairo is cleansing me.
