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Sunset, towels are deployed on the sand and torches begin to be filled to proceed to turn on and provide illumination for a few hours, a space that will be ours alone. Nine women are dedicated to make towels, cups, plates, beverages, etc. and to distribute the food while it will continuously update what has been happening in the weather are not ... a couple of crazy get into the water, which at this time is warm and mysterious about the lack of light. Depending on how it is better to remain so mysterious, out of sight ..

While the two are crazy to take a shower comes one more, to turn and no more sand in the body that has been glued to his feet, all sit in a makeshift ring on the towel and start dinner while leaving flow the conversation .. when hunger is no longer pressing the talk is more light, take out the mojitos, margaritas and Lambrusco because cava disappeared and the first portions of pizza ...

From there the laughs are continuous .. reaches the last participant and what is said in the sand will remain in the sand on their heads, noted for next time ... dinner becomes hafla, we orientalized appear rattlesnakes and darbuka and the ipod out Arabic music. With bare feet up and dance, sit in the sand and touch, are groups and talk, we tend to look at the stars and talk or theorize about how things should be ..

To say that women can not be friendship, companionship, camaraderie .. who says it is because we do not know enough ...

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So annoying to be right in some things ..

I heard by chance:

theft last Saturday of poppies, the work of Dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh
valued at more than 39 million euros, Mohamed Mahmoud Khalil Museum in Cairo, capital of Egypt, has become a mess full of mystery

Why will not surprise me at all? Everything surrounding the picture was a provocation, as I told you in the chronicle of Cairo day 8, and the strongest is that it is the second time stolen. Well, I do not know how would be the last time, but this time it has gotten really easy, in fact, not surprise me that within a few days hanging in the youtube video with the making off of " how to steal a Van Gogh ."


Now, if this were not enough, journalists have been charged one of the statues in the entrance of the museum to go cover the news .. indeed, it is not serious!

( photo of Khaled el-Fiqi )

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Cairo day 15: my birthday!

This is the third time my birthday in Cairo and is asking me the same excitement as the first time ... We understand you have to: for a birthday girl in August is a real pain in the ass, all your friends are on holiday and only just celebrating with your family .. So pick up the old childhood traumas, celebrate outside the country makes me feel a little more special, even without cake or candles ..

Today is our last day here and we have nothing to go .. Well, there are so many things to see ... but today is something like our day off, shopping. Let al Khalili in the morning and the first vendor to get stressed out I try I do not know how he does it, but just offering more of what you ask for and still not giving laps. No way ... MaríaLuján decided I better pick and it dedicated to the negotiation, which I am grateful for letting me head like a drum.

In the afternoon we return to the market .. make the trip from the hotel to Khalili and nothing less, the streets are deserted and if I say they are recording the Egyptian remake Open your eyes believe me .. taxis are missing, the shops of what we have called the Paseo de Gracia are closed and some corners have provided tables and chairs where people are eating, breaking the fast.

We leave a tip huge, perhaps because after all is what it usually costs the way and because deep down we have made for bringing us this time so delicate .. from the overpass that connects Al-Azhar to the market recorded the scene that I can not believe at all. The market streets are almost deserted, almost everyone uses to eat and hear only one language: English .. rietete you of globalization. We entered through streets that are not normally would get, because they tend to be stop and go window-shopping by letting time pass and return to work. One of the jewelry out to open our windows in case we get some piece and say I can not help please keep eating if you need and we will call ...

the end, just shopping in one of the jewelry .. at first I met some years ago and buzzes with Amina Mariateresa .. Naguib and we are going to enjoy our last night. Is almost empty and we got place in front of the musicians, surrounded by regular customers already know my name and end up singing happy birthday when MaríaLuján told that today is mine .. Not only play and sing the song, but the drummer, after going a few moments, he appeared with a box given to me in which there was a perfume bottle with beautiful ..

Our table full of juices and non-alcoholic cocktails and shisha lasts us over an hour thanks to the expertise that we are changing the coal .. the waiters know that we will not stop smiling ... we miss them, but they miss for a while our smiles and laughter, no doubt ... when we said goodbye to all the musicians were given away to some castanets MaríaLuján and Shaabi each ..

At half past ten we're back at the hotel, ready to go out again and just enjoy our last night on the town .. until three o'clock in the morning peak do not appear by the hotel. At six we stand up and we have not packed their bags ..

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Cairo day 14: Ramadan begins

is the first day of Ramadan and when in doubt we re-visit the Coptic Quarter with Shaabi just for today, well, yesterday in the Khalili told us that we were not because everything would be closed and only open up the coffee from seven o'clock in the afternoon, so we decided to devote the morning to the afternoon sightseeing and the corniche ...

If we thought yesterday was something like our Christmas Eve, we were wrong. Our visit almost daily to the grocery store shows that TODAY is the big day: the super is on top, everyone buying here and there, there are special Coca-cola and something to cooking that I can not identify ...


Still, the act of eating in the usual place becomes a curious experience: our waiter always seems devoid of batteries, the small shop has more waiters than ever, the bikes were piled (with delivery service home) and when they can not eat or drink is, at best, uncomfortable.


Leaving the hotel before the seven is not an option and my teacher confirms this: he has come from his home in a taxi (which he hopes to restore peace to your home) and the streets are almost empty .. he said the seven will only hear one sound: that of the spoons and the holders against the plate. So we decided to stop napping and get to the bar to have our particular afternoon mai-mai (and, it is crazy) made of beer and good humor.

visit to the corniche is not very successful: virtually no one in a place that is usually crowded, so we decided to dine at one of the boats anchored at the shore and walk back to the hotel: there are almost no cars, no beeps silence becomes even odd .. Cairo never seen so and if I get to say before today, I would not have believed ...

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Cairo day 13: discovering new things

One time we took a taxi while Eva here, the taxi driver left us his phone number so we called if we needed a taxi, very common here ... I had never relied on anyone, least after a short trip, but gave us good spine Ahmed so we decided to call to see if we could take the Al-Azhar Park, an area in which I had not been so far and We had recommended ... but also for which we had been warned, as many taxi drivers trying to overcharge.


We were with him and I had the good sense to come to us at the hotel on foot, leaving the taxi on the next street .. because the hotel is not it funny that they used taxis outside. " Our trip became a kind of search of the Lost Ark, says Maria Lujan, but not running behind our stone .. luckily, controlled but still get off the taxi was to relax ..


The Al-Azhar Park is really nice .. a sort of oasis in the midst of chaos and noise. The sound of water and the sight of palm trees with ripe dates get that for a moment forget you're in Cairo, but if you look at the bottom you can see the Citadel silhouetted against the trees ... arrived for the sunset and made him into something much more beautiful .. and we got carried away .. MariaLujan Shaabi and jumped for the photos and the latter came to make the kibble dropping by a kind of hillside where we had been rolling off a couple of ninya ..

The trip to Jhan the Jhalili is recorded ... I would not have passed or Indiana Jones, but we are a champion and Ahmed leads very well. If you looked around you could see the balconies and windows lit with Christmas lights like .. everything was changed now ...

Jhalili

The stores began to close "soon" and the area was unusually empty taxis, it was as if everyone in a hurry to go home ... I guess that would be equivalent (keeping the distance) to our good night ...

Around the hotel became a taxi ride through the neighborhoods of Zamalek and Doqqi and a good time on the bridge 6 of ocubre, talking about everything and anything .. we dead to the hotel, but with the advantage of having an extra hour to sleep, because taking advantage of the Ramadan have changed the time and not take the plane back to take hours espanyola ...

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Cairo day 12: Cairo

dervishes swear that they know us ... Maria Lujan and me we have not lost a single of the proceedings and in the end we managed to reach the second row! That if you swear that you had just taken a tripod or something, because they could not stop laughing on stage ...

The rest .. all routine, which is not bad, but it is extranyo ... The city is decked to spend Ramadan, the stores put Christmas lights like us, to adjust the damage .. euphoria is a discrete environment that makes you feel part of something special.

this gala La Corniche, Cairo tower tower aagbar like so many colors that looks and some platforms have been placed in the Nile out lasers that are lost in the sky ...

already played ... approaches ..

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about Ramadan Day 11: Cairo

that day is not live, or what I do or fail to do ... the sites are repeated and there is no way to locate. On Sunday I play visit the Citadel, a visit that part of me tired even though I recognize ue see Cairo from above has a point.

But he was crawl ... less heat, so yes, but who would say. My head burns and I get the feeling that one of these is the camera away in my hands.

avoid entering the rest of mosques and other places, because the composure was that the mere fact of having to take off my shoes and I would cover my laziness, but I re-entered the Alabaster Mosque, where, to my surprise, they were cleaning up all the lamps that hang from the ceiling ... we've never seen anything so .. Clearly, if we consider the cleaning process, not whether the remedy will be worse than the disease ...

rest for a while and we started to head towards the mosque of Al-Azhar; for it had to take a taxi because the two areas are quite remote, but take a taxi this year is different than the previous. After giving up a pair and have to put a face to another who wanted to deceive us, we managed to find one that put up the meter .. when we arrived at the Jhalili Jhan area were calling to prayer, so we decided to use for a drink before going to the mosque.

so hot .. throttling .. how much Pepsi in the veins ...

After the brief respite, we crossed the street and planted at the gates of Al-Ahar, where we were barefoot, we got long sleeves and cover our heads. When we and dirt away from the street, I care, I just wanted to take my breath long sleeve .. it's as if every pore of my body were plugged and asked for a word of mouth.

How Cairene women endure the heat, taking all the clothes they wear? Do not know, but they deserve a monument.

was not the year I have visited and more mosques, however, is the year that I've been ... more collapsed I'm getting older!

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clueless day 10: making time

Zamalek is one of Cairo slum that is slightly different ... at least at times. In terms of area, is higher in categories where we live and this is reflected in things as simple as cleaning the streets or, more specifically, the windows of buildings.

On Saturday we had to go to the airport to pick up Shaabi, so we dedicate ourselves to simply pass the time walking around the area to end up eating in a room that looks like an Irish pub outside and inside and filled pizza sive Espanyol ... globalization is mortal!

go to the airport for my teacher got us a taxi driver in his neighborhood who do not speak English, because according to the know about some English were attempting to exploit the tourist. So increases in a taxi whose horn was like the chirping of birds, we headed to the new terminal at Cairo airport, which has nothing to envy of Barcelona. Based on

gestures and their little fusha (which I study) and my little Egyptian, we agreed to meet at a point when we had collected. We entered the terminal advised that we would have to pay 5lbs to let us enter, but I suppose that our pint of foreigner made him overlook. Alli

pequenyos had one of those moments of satisfaction with the language as find out the flight details screen reading Arabic, because English was not even ... it may seem silly, but I have spent so crappy anyo with the language, which I can not believe how good I am unfolding here .. (.. Of veritat Amina. would be proud).

And after that ... we had many moments of laughter as we expected ... More later I will write a post about the importance of the roommates on the road, because really no Maria Lujan things would be different ... Now, for those who know her say that Shaabi arrived perfectly and given the cantazo, with an orange straw hat that prevented it go unnoticed. Around the hotel with her sitting in front was so much fun .. there is like being a rookie in the middle of Cairo traffic!

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Cairo Day 9: Respect?

If it's Friday and you are under the protection of Mostafa, plays travel to Alexandria. So far I have not talked to my teacher of Arabic, but without it life would be nothing here .. only the confidence he gave us did years ago we moved freely this city as chaotic and you can return anytime without stress, almost like Cairo. Mostafa

does vacation. Just classes in Barcelona and travels to Cairo to start school here for a minute without neglecting their students, by getting taxis to the various activities, inviting them to lunch or dinner at home ... Traditionally

Friday, to be rest day becomes the day of Alexandria and six o'clock we left the city to take advantage. This year I had a special meaning because Amina gave me a couple of books to donate to the library of Alexandria, so loaded with them and with great enthusiasm, endured the repeat visits, because basically, I could have stayed all day in the library without problems.

At the end of the catacombs beneath the shade of one of the few trees that had, started talking to one of the women who shared journey with us, one of which was roast of heat because he had told it was a jacket and when I told him take it off I said no, because she wore braces. The look and said I and me? Wear tight and I'm sweating like crazy .. so imagine jacket! The other woman looked at my neck (non-existent because it was covered with a shirt) and said "no, it's best do not take it away, out of respect, because I have lived with a family here and does not make them grace .

Then I entered the seven evils (in my, are worse than the seven plagues) I looked .. and said respect? I will not die of heat respect misunderstood. His eyes were those of wanting to do evil, but not fazed me .. this is the same lady who saw a sign "no touch the sculptures and the first thing he did was touch.

I will not apologize. I am very respectful when I have to be, but nobody will tell me if I can wear braces or not or how I go. The accept if morals really seriously injured, because I'm in a country that is not mine, but if she meets an Egyptian family, I know many people know of its Egyptian and double standards. I can not use that prayer relieves them of all their sins when they spend all damn day trying to get into the panties of every woman who caught. I served during the Ramadan to wash all the sins of the year ... I use that are always morally correct, if I did not dedicate myself to eat with your eyes I see men that they can not do the same. If my shoulders are scared, too bad. At the end of the day are mine and not going to have them ...

catalanita But that tells me what I can and I can not do when even my teacher never told me anything, no, over there no way. It sucks when people who are more Catholic than the pope and fuck me to tell me what is bothering them to the Egyptians and what does not. We have made so many pictures these days that facebook should be filled with our images, phrases that sometimes we are dedicated to frighten the bravest .. and they deserve respect for fiction that would cause me to die of heat? Come on!! No, sorry but no.

There are other ways to show respect.

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Cairo Day 8 art that will soon be stopped

If Cairo museum had to be a serious, obviously, that bears his name, which houses an impressive collection of treasures from the tomb of Tutankhamun, and numerous sarcophagi, sculptures and bla bla bla ..

But this city is full of museums to spend more undetected, often because tourists come to a fixed shot, others because they get is an adventure and others, because the state of some streets you can not see what they contain.

Near our hotel (under a blazing sun nothing seems close) is the Mahmoud Khalil Museum ... a jewel on the outside which would be missing only the water from its source manara to be a true oasis and a jewel on the inside ... of time.

The museum contains original works by Sisley, Pissarro, Renoir, Van Gogh, Gauguein, Roden, Ribot, Courbet, Doupre, Decamps, Millet, Monet, Ingres, Delacroix, Rousseau, Degas, Toulouse-Lautrec Monticelli .. I thought I had suffered in Rome Stendhal syndrome, but honestly, has to be in this museum that has made me realize that was exactly, because you looked where you were to look at art filled every pore.

But, I feel in my soul this, but reality usually get your feet on the ground floor and it is most unpleasant. The carelessness with which the works are treated is very impressive and only the goodwill of visitors makes it all continue to survive without further damage: bad lighting, adequate temperature, lacking protection, monitoring absence ... An example for you to understand: the room that housed the Van Gogh was dark and two light bulbs that illuminated the table, one did not work .. the security camera was not in his place .. and if I had wanted to damage the box would have been done without effort. So with all ... remain optimistic, Rodin sculptures survive unless someone trips over them .. and the millions of Japanese details are stored in the dusty windows .. but the pictures are in grave danger.

Many of them are almost a blur, others are too obscured ... and there is no screen to protect them, why there is no screen?

I know that the arts are important to many people, but none can doubt the price of what this museum is home?

We were walking through the rooms with a face of disbelief, now impressed by what we have before, now angry .. found in a corner a homemade rat poison did not help much ... in this, this museum is not very different from Cairo. Can not handle, do not know how to take advantage of what they have .. one that asked for volunteers to clean the dust from the art students have kicked Europe, no doubt, hell, even I would volunteer! With all the best this city .... so desperate details

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Cairo Day 7: OFU that heat

We tread the road and not be hot, cooked lentils is that they could simply leaving them in sidewalk ... not only the sun, mercilessly crushing, is that the streets are big saunas findlandesas where sometimes hard to breathe. So we cloistered in the hotel until a decent hour, something like half past five or six in the afternoon.

Yesterday we decided to see the spectacle of the "dervishes" (Raqs Tannura) to finish in the Jhalili quietly ... first one and then you to stringing the streets to get to Naguib.

The alleys. For those not first may seem a wild chaos, but if you look closely it is much easier than one might imagine a priori .. will it or will know me by heart ...

Narrow streets filled things that are repeated over and over and over again .. in a post say you enganyan least another that are cheaper than the Day .. but what everyone agrees on is that you are wonderful, beautiful and if you want an Egyptian husband.

All that "harassment" seems fun at first, overwhelming the second day, exasperating the third and fourth start espabilarte and answer .. eye, not answer them in a border, so that takes care of Maria Lujan, but to laugh at the whole situation. I got to this point and the first day and I enjoy butt ... when I'm always asked China nationality and yesterday I even sell one of the sellers the seller on your side ...

overwhelms me not, nor I stressed, although there was a moment yesterday that surrounded me and did not know where to go ... but I understand that looked from the outside and who do not know that they can be demeaning ... but who makes disparaging, they repeat sounding phrases but they are empty or who ensenyar? Who will believe the declarations of love or them, despite being married, they do it? Who is left

enganyar is because they want .. I prefer to catch me as it is: a great theater ...