"I spent a solid hour with the Verizon rep on the phone doing a series of acrobatic exercises in an attempt to get the DSL to work. They are coming to see Mister Javins tomorrow between 8 a.m. and 7 p.m."
I giggled. Craig is temporarily in my apartment in Jersey City, having left Cairo a few days ago after nearly a year here. He had to pretend to be my husband to get the phone company to deal with him and my apparently broken DSL.
The idea of being home is appealing in some ways, but home sure makes for some dull blogging. I'm heading home in a few weeks myself. Trading in Herding-Mohammeds for chasing the phone company doesn't sound so exciting. But it will be nice to go back to the gym and have my kitchen back, as living in a hotel makes for a questionable diet. I'm not sure yet how Craig feels about being home (it hasn't shown up on his blog yet). He probably has mixed feelings, like most people after a year abroad.
Before he left, Craig took me by the juice store on 26th of July Street. A store full of fruit, where a man behind the corner squished fruits into juice, then funneled the juice into plastic water bottles. I took the last swig of water from a small water bottle, handed it over, and got it back full of freshly squeezed mango juice.
Here are Craig's photos of the juice store.
Now I really want a mango juice.