So I've been here a couple days now and I don't really know what I'm feeling. I like it here, but I think there's just a lot to take in and process and I'm still doing that. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm actually here, in Egypt. I get super confused a lot when I'm reminded that it's January because it feels like spring or summer outside. My sense of time and place is totally whack. But anyways, I met and moved in with my welcome host mom and sister last night, Saadia and Reema. I'm staying with them for a couple weeks until I can move in with my permanent host family. The first full day in Egypt, yesterday, was spent inside a little hotel with the other exchange students and we had an orientation. Then I went to my host family's apartment in Giza and it's incredibly different here. At first I wasn't sure if we were supposed to even be driving on the roads back by the apartment because they're so rocky and hole-y. And tons of people were walking in the middle of the road. But don't get me wrong, I totally love it. Driving here is absolutely insane. Steph, you would die if you had to be in a car in Cairo. I thought driving in Brazil was crazy, but Egypt makes Brazilian driving seem very mild. Crossing the street is such an adventure! Apparently there's a whole communication system between pedestrian and driver through their eyes so they know if the driver will stop or not.
So tonight was utterly amazing! Egypt won a really close soccer match against Ghana for the African Cup! The streets were soo crazy! My host mom took me, my host sister, two other girls our age, the little neighbor boy, and my host mom's friend out to celebrate on the streets. We painted Egyptian flags on our cheeks and drove around honking, singing, clapping, banging a drum, and waving a flag out the window. Then the real celebration started when we got to a street that basically had just turned into a total party and we sat half out of the car on the window. People were piled into the beds of trucks, standing on top of cars, waving flags, chanting, being joyous. It was a beautiful moment. I've never seen anything close to that amount of celebration and pride.
Masr! Masr! Masr!




These last two photos are taken from the roof of my welcome host family's apartment.