So, bye bye Miss Egyptian Pie
Drove my Pajero to the wadi, but the wadi was dry,
And the band of cops were drinking mango juice and chai, singing. . .
this’ll be the day that I die
this’ll be the day that I die
It’s a good thing I didn’t have internet the day they called and told us that we had to evacuate because I would have just posted a blubbery ode declaring my love for all things Egyptian.
I hate that we had to leave today. I cried. A lot. And then I cried off and on all morning when we were saying goodbye to Madiha, who also cried and hugged and kissed us all like we were family and asked, “why are you leaving now? Things are getting better.” All we could say was, “They say we have to go. Enshalla (God willing) we will come back.”
(Can you believe how tiny she is? She’s a miniature Superwoman!)
The irony for Josh and I was that as we were being driven to the airport in a huge caravan of embassy people (There were at least 300 evacuated today) other people were out gardening, jogging, and shopping. It was a beautiful, normal day in Egypt. And if I don’t stop talking about it, I’ll probably start crying all over again.
Thank you everyone for praying for us. When it was all going down we were praying for wisdom for what to do — whether to stay or go, and we prayed that God would make it clear. He did. So right now I’m in a beautiful hotel in Athens, but I’m deeply missing this view from my bed.
Tomorrow we leave Athens at the crack of dawn, fly through Frankfurt (totally making sure I have a jacket this time), and then to SFO. Happy to be seeing family again, just wishing they were coming to us instead of us coming back to them.