Egypt. Seems like I was just there.
Wait... I was.
And here I am almost definitely heading back in a few weeks.
The office helper, a Nubian man from the Upper Nile region, kept offering to get me a necklace of my name in hieroglyphics.
"I have one of those from when I came to Egypt as a tourist," I explained. I didn't want anyone buying me gifts.
"But you don't have one from Aswan." His disappointment showed. But he didn't buy me a necklace.
I opened a box packed in 2000 today. At the bottom was a dusty box of jewelry. Most of it went right in the trash, except for things I'd had since I was a kid. I kept this, though I don't think I'd ever wear it in public.