New York: A Feast

I wouldn’t say that I had excellent or restorative sleep on my flight from Casablanca, but I was wide awake and ready to face the morning when we landed. With newfound energy, I quickly escaped the lice ridden woman beside me and into AMERICA.

I missed my home country more than I realized. I didn’t miss it at all when I was in France and England. I’m perfectly at home there. I’m basically French. But Egypt was so foreign and so new and so completely unfamiliar that the normalcy of the United States was a relief. To hear that flat and boring accent over the intercom was a thrill.

Even more thrilling than this was the new passport control/customs place. Instead of going to an officer, you use a machine. It scans your passport and then takes your picture. Let me tell you, reader, I was looking phenomenal in that TSA snapshot. I wish I could have saved it and used it as my avatar on all my social media accounts. It was impressive even without filters — that kind of thing is a miracle. I found my light and really worked my angles.