Egypt - August

Egypt was the way it always is. Busy and hectic. But this time I decided to do something different. I decided I didn’t want to spend any time in good old Cairo, so I stayed there just enough to get a couple of errands done, then picked up the little monster from her grandparents and headed off to Sahel.

Ah Sahel, how I love you.

We spent the rest of our holiday in Sahel, lying on the beach, smoking shishas at night in cafes and being lazy. We split our time between my parent’s and Hussein’s, and really relaxed.

The little one loved the beach. She loved the waves most of all. She wasn’t thrilled with ​

​the sand, but she the waves. It’s like she had a drowning wish. She would stand just on the shore where the waves licked her feet, stare out and let the wind blow her hair. And then she would take a deep breath and run, headlong into the waves. It didn’t matter if the waves battered her and thrashed her about. It didn’t matter if she landed on her face, her head under water for the brief moments it took the wave to broke. ​

She got up and did it again. It annoyed me to no end that she wasn’t satisfied with floating in the water with me but kept me running back and forth on the shore, but it made me proud too. She’s persistant and she knows what she wants. And those are qualities to be cherished and encouraged. Even if it drives me crazy.