no parece eritrean

hola. estoy in cairo. i am supposed to be learning arabic, pero hablo espanol mejor que hablo arabiyya. pues....go with what you know, right?

or maybe not right. but i just got here. so give me a break. haven't done shit but sleep since my arrival last night. i was well worn after the 28 hour trip in which i yet again lost some of my luggage. my one big bag; hopefully it's found soon. have a feeling the check-in lady deliberately sabotaged its destination, it was kind of a role reversal, i was asking her more questions than she was asking me. about european baggage regulations. she might've thought, to hell with it, you won't even have to worry about checking your bag in at paris, you know why? cause you won't have one....you've been hit by, you've been hit by. a smooth criminal. god damn, only now do i realize the gravity of those words, sung by michael jackson 15 odd years ago. kinda gross when you think about it....

classes start tomorrow. i'm not sure what time. i'll just show up early.

a fellow student at the hotel was complaining about her room. i was like, whatchyu talkin bout, we got AC up in here!! shit.

international language institute's (ILI's) managing director's first words to me: you don't look eritrean.

me: i'm not.

talk about auspicious beginnings. can't wait to see how it pans out.