Oct. 17th, 2007 – Presidents Hotel – Restaurant 7am
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I move my chair closer to a large open window to breathe in the fresh air that last night’s long rain has bequeathed us. I am the only guest here, except for an elderly New Zealand woman. I engage her with a warm smile and she returns a “sabah al-khair” (good morning), then walks over to me. She is wearing an all-white outfit – nurse-type pants and a loose fitting, long-sleeve top.
I ask her if she is traveling alone. “God no. Not in Egypt! Or anywhere. It’s too dangerous. Besides the danger, I wouldn’t know where to go or what to do.”
“I’m traveling with an Australian/New Zealand tour group. But there is one woman in our group who is 74 years old and she travels alone all the time to foreign places and teaches English. Could you imagine doing that? Especially in a Muslim culture?”
I smile. “I would like to meet her.” It makes me think about my future, because I always feel like I have to travel now before it’s too late — before it becomes really difficult to leave the States with the ever-increasing travel restrictions, and before old age sets in and it simply gets too tiring to leave home and deal with all the challenges. But here is a woman who doesn’t seem to let those things stop her. It’s encouraging.