Alexandria

While I was in Siwa I met a charitable French couple who invited me to stay with them in their apartment in Alexandria. I walk through their front door and my jaw drops. A huge place with fine French furniture, 15 foot high ceilings, a marble covered bathroom...and a toilet that flushes! I gush. "Do you need to do any laundry?" the frenchman asks as he points to the washer AND dryer. I nearly let out a school girl like squeal. Be cool August, be cool. "Sure, I could probably do some."

In near hyper-ventilating excitement I forget to do half of my laundry. After some quick calculations however, I come to the conclusion that any mathmatician will tell you: 2.5 pairs of clean socks are infinately better than zero pairs of clean socks. I sit back with a belly full of fine desserts and beer and feel very excited to again have a towel that, when used, will not make me smell worse that before my shower.


The Harbour in Alexandria