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The night before I left for Egypt I spent some time with my cousin in Washington DC during the pre-departure orientation. As we waited at a bus station to take us to Georgetown, a middle aged Asian woman approached us in broken English asking about the difference between the meaning of a consultant and a client. After we spent some time attempting to explain the meaning she moved closer and closer to us. She must have sensed our discomfort because she eventually walked away although she was not completely satisfied with the lesson. At the time I looked at my cousin and chuckled, not fully grasping what it was like to be in the woman's shoes.
This past week in Egypt has been the toughest for me as I have been forced to approach many Egyptians in the street for the same reasons the Asian woman approached me in DC. At my orientation in Washington, I learned that Americans studying abroad usually follow a circle of stages with the first being fascination followed by frustration. My emotions have been on a roller coaster this week as I have approached many people in broken Arabic. Some people laugh, some say "velcome, velcome, America," some walk away, and some even ask to get married (no joke). Despite these reactions, I will say the Egyptians have been a lot more helpful than most Americans are to foreigners. I can't speak for all, but had I known what that Asian women was going through three weeks ago I would have been a lot more helpful.
When I blogged at the end of the Cairo trip, I thought I was going to be starting the week refreshed and on a high note. Unfortunately, this week really did not start off so great. For some reason I went through some sort of withdrawal at the beginning of this week and felt incredibly lonely. Its not the lack of people physically near me, its just a loneliness at the core. It kind of reminded me of my first welcome week at the University of Michigan. I was meeting people by the dozens but still felt super lonely because it was impossible to connect with anyone (except my roomie Chiray :)) on a deep level just amongst parties or freshman university events. Mostly, I think I was getting upset with myself because I would sometimes talk in English with the Americans and when I would attempt to talk in Arabic with the Egyptians I was usually misunderstood. Thus, I just felt like talking to no one. Yet because I felt lonely I ended up going out with my American friends for the first three nights of the week. My decision was counteractive to my learning because I just spent hours talking in English.
Tuesday afternoon was basically when I reached my breaking point and I was happy that I confided in my program director. I think she left me with some good advice seeing that she is American and has been living abroad for many years. I also decided that eating a lot of junk food here and not exercising is probably not the most beneficial thing for my mental health either. Also, in America I am used to a lot of alone time to reflect; I especially like going for runs by myself. These issues, along with making decisions about going out with Americans or spending time with the Egyptian girls although I might not understand a lot of what they say, added up all at once.
Thus, on Wednesday morning before class I decided to go on a walk by myself. I was a little scared because I have not done too much alone here, but rest assured it was safe. I can't complain much about taking my morning walk along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea because it is stunning. This is probably my favorite part of why I am in Alexandria over Cairo. It was a really good choice to go on a walk because it helped clear my head and I decided that I was just going to try my best with the language, start spending more time with Egyptians, and not put too much pressure on myself. The most important thing that I concluded was that I am only in Egypt for two months so I just need to use my time with Egyptians here as best as I can.
Since than, the rest of the week went much better. On Wednesday night I went to this really nice dessert place with my Language Partner and we had a pretty interesting conversation about Muslims in America. We also talked a little about what the Egyptian public thought of President Hosni Mubarak which got quite intense. Most American girls here are intimidated of their language partners because having long meetings with them can get quite awkward after you run out of things to say in Arabic. However, I really like my language partner because she is actually an English teacher so she is really good at teaching me Arabic.
The weekend here was the best of the two I have spent in Alexandria so far because the Egyptian girls finished their final exams so they actually have time to get out of the house now. On Thursday my friend Ola took me to the market and afterwards I went the beach with a bunch of the Egyptian girls from my floor. The beach scene here is definitely contrasting with America's beaches because most girls are just swimming in their clothes, some even in their Abayas.
As for the rest of the weekend, I went to my first Egyptian concert which was really really cool. I also got a chance to just walk around the Corniche (like a boardwalk) with tons of restaurants and cute places to hang out late at night which I have not done too much since living here. Besides this, I went to a really classy mall called San Stefano with the Egyptian girls on my floor.
Unfortunately, some of my favorite Egyptians are returning back home for the summer this week which stinks. However, I am looking forward to spending more time with my roommate when she finishes her exams this coming Wednesday. Tomorrow I am actually going to meet her family at her brother's graduation so I am really pumped too see what a real Egyptian party is like.
My goal for my blog this week is to start writing more often because I am forgetting a lot of what I feel by the end of the week. Also, pics as promised as soon as I get a cord to upload! Thanks for reading.