I’m sipping a cup of the strong Puerto Rican coffee outside of the San Juan airport in shorts and a T. I leave for New York City in 2 hours. They just got two feet of snow. Palms blow in the warm breeze, the sky is powder blue, and I’m okay with leaving for once.
Normally I’m melancholy if here for a departure. This time is different. This time I’m headed to Cairo via New York and Rome. And I’m lucky enough to be landing back in Puerto Rico afterwards.
Cairo was not ever on my bucket list. It seems interesting, but not tantalizing. Antiquities are nice, but I’ll take a beach or a jungle every time. I love Europe, primarily because of the culture, so I’m sure the same will be true with Egypt. I’m drawn to the exotic.
I want to suspend time now. The day of departure is like Christmas Eve, always better than Christmas Day. I love the excitement and the anticipation. It’s better than unwrapping the gift.
When I went to Hawaii in January, everyone asked whether I was excited. Of course I was. But when I go to a new place, I don’t exactly know what to look forward to. When I return to Michigan, or anywhere else for that matter, I look forward to certain activities, foods, and places. Heading somewhere new, I don’t have any concept of what’s to come.
The last time I was in PR, we were with a group of friends. Cody and Aaron were one of the couples who joined us. We became fast friends. For Cody’s 30th birthday he wanted an Egyptian celebration. Over the course of the last 6 months or so, we’ve been putting his plan into the works with the help and coordination of a travel agent in Egypt.
Cody, like my friend Victor, is a flight attendant with Delta. This makes all kinds of exotic possibilities a reality. Victor is the reason that this trip is possible for me. He’s held my hand through the whole process and bridged the gaps when I would not have been able to make ends meet. He’s a better friend than I could have ever asked for and I am forever grateful.