Back and Black

So, after one short but beautiful flight over the Egyptian and Jordanian countrysides, countlessly irritating security checkpoints, three bag searches, a broken souvenir, and a sleepy bus ride, we made it back to Jordan.

I'm immensely happy that we had the opportunity to visit Cairo in all of its glory. The first thing I noticed when I returned to Jordan was how severely quiet Amman is. For example, right now, as I look out my window, surveying the pristine, white buildings rolling over each other, I hear only birds cheerily chirping their gleeful tunes. In Cairo, from my hotel room on the eighth floor of the building, there were no cheery birds to be found. Instead, my ears were audience to a uproariously dissonant orchestra of car engines, angry horns, abrasive hollers, and who knows what else.

I have oh so much to write to you about, but unfortunately I must now attend to my studies. Just know that Egypt was amazing, Amman is incredibly boring in comparison to the awe-inspiring grandness that is Cairo, and I'm back home safe :)

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