Graduation!

Here is an overview of my graduation day. Click through to our flickr account for comments and details!

Blind Grief

Miscarriage invokes a blind kind of grief.
A grief that
Gropes in the darkness,
Trying to find something to hold on to.

When what you carried was

lost.

And what you thought was real

wasn't.

Joy dashed to pain
Hope flung far away
Peace longed for

Why would I even want to step into the same place
And knowingly put myself in a position to

risk

Joy dashed to pain
Hope flung far away
Peace longed for?

I don't.

Huh?!?

I know, I know. This can be defined as nothing other than a RASH of blog posts from me. Three in one night is crazy. There really are so many stories to tell about my week long trip and I need to tell them soon or they'll expire.

I don't know what to say about this house, other than it has a freaking MOAT around it. I remember it being under construction when I was still living in Cairo (3 years ago now) and I thought it was going to be a place of business.

It's not. It's someone's freaking HOUSE.

Check out the front door:


What I will say is that I broke my general rule about not looking like a foreigner and hopping out of the car to take pictures along the road. I couldn't resist this one and I was more than willing to look like a full-fledged tourist to take a few shots of this beauty. I really, really wonder about who lives there.

Lingering Evidence

In three days it will be a month since I left for my trip to Cairo.

I keep reminding myself that I *did* actually go to the land of affordable pedicures. Here's the evidence:

(Picture taken April 10, 2008)

Matter of fact, ladies, I got a pedicure, manicure, and had my face threaded (why the *heck* do I do that to myself...owwwww)--all for 50 Egyptian pounds or $10. I gave my friend Hannan a good wad of "baksheesh" (tip) since I felt like I was paying her nothing for a glorious and relaxing hour of pampering.

Meet Hannan. I heard her life story in short while she painted away.

(Taken March 21, 2008)

Since this pedicure is the last remaining physical evidence that I actually did go to Cairo, I'm kind of nostalgic about taking the polish off.

If you see me with red chipped toenails in July, you have my permission to pin me down and take off all the polish once and for all!