I'm not sure why I've always been drawn to Egypt, but ever since I can remember, it's held me completely spellbound. Pyramids floating in a sea of pale, trackless sand. Wadis concealing the tombs of kings and queens, already ancient when the Greek city-states were first formed. Cairo and its souks and mosques and brass lamps.
I've never been to Egypt, but I've read voraciously, collected pictures, postcards, and maps, sometimes seven dream about it. An obsession, I suppose. I don't really understand why it should be; it simply is.
This might be the wrong log for this entry, but there are travel implications. They are: we have, Jen and I, decided to go to Egypt for my 45th birthday in 2019. It's a long, long ways away, but we want to start putting away money for it now. The current plan is to take a tour package instead of going it on our own as we did for most of England, owing mainly to concerns of safety as well as the desire to ensure some comfort in such an unfamiliar place.
I really owe Jen for this. I know Egypt isn't at (or anywhere close to) the top of her list of travel destinations. She's doing it for me. It's the journey of a lifetime for me, and I'm so very lucky to have someone who sees how important it is and is willing to do it with me.
I suppose the countdown has now begun. The current thought is that we might not do much travelling between now and then. I hope we can squeeze a trip or two in, even if they're not on the scale of England. Jen would love to see the Grand Canyon, or Yellowstone.
