Dip-Wife Doings

So I was able to get all the electrical issues from a few weeks ago finally remedied. By 3 o’clock on the day they were scheduled to come at 11am, I finally left the house in a huff and just wandered Maadi for a few hours to cool off (figuratively, of course). Ron dropped an email to the head of facilities regarding the no-show and we got immediate response. The Director promised to get someone there the next day and even called me to verify that I knew they were coming. So the next day I had two electricians, the maintenance supervisor for the compound and even the Director of facilities show up. They were here for several hours, and managed to connect the ground wires in the kitchen (which merely meant to me that the little do-hicky tester thing Ron showed me, indicated everything was connected correctly), and they fixed Ron’s bathroom zap-switch. So no more exclamations after his showers.

I’ve been having some “fun” tracking down whom I need to speak with regarding painting our new apartment, finding out what paints I can use, and learning what furniture is available for us to possibly swap out once we do move. I was delighted to learn that I was completely wrong in assuming I would have the option to pick from a mere handful of paint colors. I was able to borrow the paint sample book, which encompassed pretty much all the colors available in any hardware store back home.

Then I had to find out whom I could speak with to see the apartment before we move in. After a string of emails, phone calls, and referrals, I got through to Madgi who is the Maintenance Supervisor for our new building (good person to keep on speed dial, I figure). I arranged for us to come see the place last week. My intentions were to take some pictures, see the colors of the floors and counters so I could better pick matching or non-clashing wall colors, and take some measurements as I’m planning on having some furniture and stuff made (poor Ron has no idea of the breadth and depth of my plannings).

So last Wednesday I took a shuttle into the embassy, ran up to Facilities to borrow the paint sample charts again, zipped into the APO (post office) to return some items from our continued online shopping ventures, and met Ron who had hopped out of work for an early lunch so he could join me in checking out the new apartment. We grabbed a cab, and shot over the bridge to Zamalek, up to the Marriott and around the side where we hopped out, and walked two blocks over to our new building, loving called “FBOZ.” (Not sure what it stands for, but the government does so love its acronyms.) We will be in apartment 1B, which is on the second floor at the back. Like Europe, Egypt has Ground floors, then First above that, Second, Third, etc. We walked in to find the place empty, except for the 27 men diligently painting all the walls. I stood in the middle of the living room, with the embassy furniture piled in a mound in the middle, wrapped in heavy brown paper, staring at the institutional eggshell walls. “Do you like the color?” one of them asked me. I looked at him, smiled and said, “No,” as I held up the 700 paint samples. I went through, took my pictures, some measurements, and we explored our new space. There are positives and negatives in comparing it to Maadi, but I think we’ll really like the area and we’ll just have to make more of an effort to see our friends in Maadi – instead of hopping up to someone’s apartment at any time of day like we’re living in a dorm. I spoke with Magdi afterwards and told him I’d make the paint decisions within a few days so he could let me know how much it will cost (the embassy will paint it white for free, but if we want color, we apparently pay for the paint – so I just have to see how much it will cost).

We opted to give Cairo a break on the July 4th weekend and spent it in relaxation at Ain Sukhna (again) with two other couples from the embassy. I definitely needed some time away from all that is Cairo, just to detox and refocus. I was feeling a bit bogged down by the heat, dust, dirt, poverty and animal suffering. We’d been told that moving overseas infects people initially with a Honeymoon-like feeling of joy and excitement, but then is followed by a harsh reality of the differences from what you’re used to and I was definitely in that space. So Ain Sukhna helped me tremendously. (See photo of the view from our room.)

Ron enjoyed himself in the waters of the Red Sea, working painstakingly with the kids of our group in finding fish, hermit crabs, small crabs, and dead blue jellyfish. For the same reasons Ron was so enthralled, I opted to spend most of the time at the beach under the umbrellas reading a book. We swapped places though and I thoroughly enjoyed the huge gorgeous pool and waterfall while Ron sat on the side and read. Maybe we’ll be able to better-coordinate our water interests in the future (though I don’t see my fish-phobias departing anytime soon – therapy may be in order).

We are experiencing technical difficulties

"Technically" our difficulty is that the wifi we've been "borrowing" from a kind, and un-secured neighbor, has disappeared, leaving us with (gasp) dial-up. It is cumbersome and we can only access it with Ron's laptop as mine has apparently advanced beyond dial-up and has no telephone-jack port thingy. We can go to the Maadi House or the local coffee place for free wifi, but that would require effort, which we are apparently currently lacking.

Posts are being written and photos have been taken, so relevant and (hopefully) interesting postings will be forthcoming. We appreciate your patience.

Malls, glorious, maaaalls…

(Anyone else have an “Oliver” tune in their head?)

Last week, we added two more mall-ings to our exploratory repertoire. I took a day of wandering in Maadi and during a two-hour outing checked out the new “Nile Mall” that’s along the Corniche. When we arrived two months ago it still had “Coming Soon” signs posted, but all of a sudden the signs are down and stores are stocked and opened for business. Compared to the Maadi Grand Mall (MGM) with its grubby ambiance, the Nile Mall was really nice. It’s brand new, sparkling clean, air-conditioned, has festive red velvet ribbon draped everywhere and the stores were actually open in the afternoon. It’s relatively small, with four floors and two sections separated by a glass walkway. There are mostly clothing and shoe stores with a few accessory stores (earrings, scarves, etc.), one or two pharmacies (essentially drug stores with basic medicinal supplies, some makeup, soap, shampoo, etc.), and one coffee shop (Starbucks and Starbucks-like establishments are all over). Probably not destined to be a regular hang-out joint for us, but it’s good to know what’s where.

Then last weekend Ron suggested we head to CityStars Mall in Heliopolis, which is north of Cairo, close to the airport. I’d been hearing of CityStars, but hadn’t made it out there yet. After experiencing the trek out there, I see why I hadn’t just popped over sooner. We first drove into downtown (in the newly arrived Jeep – yeah!) and parked near the embassy. We then grabbed a yellow cab from Tahrir Square. These are the relatively new cabs with A/C and, even more important, meters. Since Ron wasn’t sure how long or far it would be, he thought it’s best to rely on the meter until we know the typical fare. Well it must have taken us about half-an-hour to get there. Some of that was due to distance, some due to traffic. The last time I’d seen any of this area of Cairo was on our 10pm drive from the airport after our 30 hours of travel – can’t say I was particularly cognizant of my surroundings at that time, so I enjoyed the new sights (we passed the Cairo railroad station which is a beautiful building, a lot of really magnificent mosques, and the tomb of the unknown soldier, not to mention thousands of stores and apartments and lines of laundry flapping in the hot breeze).

CityStars Mall is, well, huge. Twenty years ago it was probably more desert-like, but it’s now a 5-6 story, enormous structure of over 550 stores, 21 movie screens, covering over 750,000 sqm, surrounded by “luxury apartment" high-rises on all sides and three international hotels. Oh, and it houses a 6,000 sqm theme park too, although we opted to check it out on another visit. Aside from the Arabic conversations and signs (though many are in English) and head-scarves, we could have been in Minneapolis’s Mall of America. Teen-age girls are the same in any culture – gaggles of posing, preening, pre-teens were giggle masses around every corner. Packs of teen-age boys prowled behind them. Couples walked hand-in-hand with their shiny new bags and babies tottered around or were carried by their distracted parents. It was huge (did I say that already?), shiny and clean, air-conditioned (key factor), and had more high-end stores than I’d seen amassed before – Rolex, Villeroy & Boch, and even a Mercedes-Benz store.

We had two primary objectives; 1. See the Mall, 2. See a movie. Attempting to use the mall maps lead us all over, but never near a movie theater. Our cab driver had said they were inside the mall, but our frustrations were growing, so I attempted to ask a woman who is the only person I’ve met so far who didn’t speak any English. Luckily someone else overheard me and she was able to direct us to the theaters. Buying tickets was another mini-adventure. The concept of standing and waiting in lines is, well, foreign here. It’s the shove and wriggle method. Ron finally made it up to one of the windows, only to find out that the windows are movie-specific, and we were not interested in “Prom Night” so we had to shove over to the “Narnia: Prince Caspian” window. Once we made it up to the window, we then had to actually pick out what specific seats we wanted (I think they were all the same price, though). Tickets purchased, seats chosen, we grabbed a popcorn and some soda cans (and a large popcorn here is like a childhood flashback – no suitcase-sized containers, which was actually nice). Then an usher led us to our seats and after seeing the Egyptian Ministry of Culture’s written approval of the film’s contents flashed up on the screen, we settled in to enjoy the latest Narnia, replete with Arabic sub-titles. The only oddity was when the movie stopped about half-way through, lights came on and we just looked at each other. It only lasted for a few minutes, so we’re not sure if it was a scheduled stop for an intermission or possible call-to-prayer, or just a blip. But the film resumed without issue.

We grabbed a sandwich at one of our favorite coffee/juice places, Beanos, after the film and wandered the mall a bit. My latest quest is to find a non-plastic, non-ugly, dish drainer (oh, the Dip Wife Life glamour never ends), but after a few attempts I gave up and bought a Mercedes instead. Just kidding, I met Ron in the Virgin MegaStore. Knowing we had about an hour’s cab+Jeep ride ahead of us, we headed out and grabbed a black-n-white cab. We were flying along the highways that have been constructed over many areas of Cairo (smart move to avoid the city traffic) when Ron asked the driver if he wanted any water. Granted, Ron is very generous and kind, but I thought it an odd offer. All we had with us was a half-empty bottle. The driver declined and I looked over at Ron. He mumbled under his breath, “He looks like he’s falling asleep.” GREAT!! I spent the rest of the ride trying not to appear as if I was watching the driver, while watching the driver. I’m not sure if he was tired, or new to Cairo, or new to cab-driving, but he didn’t know where Tahrir Square was, so we had some fun (read: annoying) turn-arounds and double-backs before we finally made it. We paid him and walked to our car at the embassy. To get to the gate we had to cross a regularly-busy road and Ron almost got clipped by an apparently blind driver in a car. One of the guards at the gate said, “Careful, you’re not in America anymore.” Ron laughed and concurred. Definitely not Minneapolis.

Eight-month milestone, and Ron as a lion

Yesterday was our 8-month wedding anniversary. Don’t worry, I won’t do this forever. This whole thing is just new to me and I find myself marveling at the time passage.

I realize that our first year (or three) of marriage won’t be typical. The expat life adds a whole layer of different issues, but it also takes away issues (such as mortgage and a need for double-incomes).

I had made some notes on our 6-week anniversary (I told you I’ve been marveling) which I can share -- keep in mind it was when we were living in the small 2-bedroom apartment in Silver Spring:

So, we're at about the six-week mark in our new marriage. First and foremost, I love it! I love having him there every night, even if we do nothing other than watch TV or do laundry. The biggest stressor now is our limited space in the apartment. I have moments of panicked breathing when I try to stagger over some of the piles. I know he could live like this forever, but I CAN'T. So we compromise... I wait a few days, then gently task him with putting away one pile. Can't ask for too much too soon. We make periodic trips (we call them storage-dates) to the storage unit which is embarrassingly full.

Our apartment has become a life-size "square game" in that if we want to move forward, we often need to clear a human or feline out of the square we want to be in. It's a very organic lifestyle – constantly moving. Sometimes the key is to move backwards or sideways, to let the other person get to their desired square. We're newlyweds and in love so currently this is fun and cute, but I have a feeling it will wear thin soon enough. I did manage to clear enough floor to put up our Christmas tree (determination is an amazing motivator). And we just keep reminding ourselves that we will most likely never live in such tight quarters again. Along with cleared floor space, and not just paths, I covet my own bathroom. Oh, the luxury of having my own sink and/or bathroom. But I’m not moany about it. Just another goal.

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So apparently all my concerns, floor space, own bathroom, came true! (Maybe I should write about my goals of fluency in Arabic, a 22” waist, and a $10 million windfall? Now we wait…)

At the 8-month mark, my thoughts on marriage are very much the same. I still love it, I still enjoy just hanging out (though I can be a little more “needy” in my desire to go OUT and do or see something), and I still try to keep the Ronlandias (piles of Ron-stuff that he claims just materialize on their own) at bay – can’t let them get too unwieldy or a coup may ensue.

As a little girl, particularly when on vacation with my parents in England, I’d wander off on my own in places like Westminster Abbey and would imagine exploring everything with my husband at my side. Sometimes he'd be a lion, but we'd converse just the same. Now, when I think of my life even 10 years ago, it’s difficult to imagine that Ron wasn’t there. There’s a nice feeling of certainty in that. We’re still getting our feet wet in this marriage thing, but so far I think we’re both very happy where things are. And it's nice being able to talk to my real husband, and not the imaginary sometimes-lion one.

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Having no connection to this post, I thought I’d share a recent photo of Chuckles and Ricky. It wasn’t so much a “cuddle” moment as a both-wanting-the-blanket moment, and it didn’t last long. Ricky is the one on the left, with the full white nose and mildly annoyed look. And don't be fooled by Chuckles' "cute" look, it's a method of distraction he employs before biting, chasing, or pouncing Ricky.

Dip-Wife Life

So the ever-glamorous life of a Dip-Wife currently consists of lazing about waiting for electricians. They called yesterday to arrange an 11am appointment and it’s only 1:02pm, so we’re doing good. We have a faulty ground wire (or something like that) in our “U.S.” plug in the kitchen, and something’s wrong with the light switch in Ron’s bathroom as he keeps getting shocked by it. Sad thing is that it’s been a problem since we moved in and we’ve been here two months. I finally had to suggest we put in a repair ticket for it after hearing him exclaim “Ow!” three times in one night.

A friend had some electrical issues and she watched in horror as the “technicians” tested her claim of a dead plug by sticking a screwdriver in it, then compared the results with the jam-a-screwdriver method in a non-dead plug. When she relayed this story to me in the shuttle the next day (we were headed in to the embassy to hit the post office, library, and lunch with hubbies), another passenger said that the techs should be carrying plug-in testers. “Oh, they had them with them,” she answered. “I saw them in their bags.” Curious methods.

This has been a week of good deliveries and good news. First, we got our car! Jeepy has arrived, safe and sound, with all five tires (spare on back). Compared to the Sherman tank Ron’s been driving, it seems about 1/3 the size. We haven’t taken it out on the roads yet (we really only drive on the weekends), but maybe this weekend. And maybe I'll even take a turn at driving in the fray... maybe. Monday Ron will drive it to work to get the registration and “dip plates” (they’re green, compared to the white or black ones for non-dips). We’ve heard mixed things about getting an Egyptian driver’s license. I believe it’s encouraged on paper, but apparently some people never bother. I would imagine if you can drive to the building where they issue licenses, then you’ve passed the test. They should just meet you in the parking lot and hand them out.

Second good delivery news is that our HHE shipment has arrived (stands for HouseHold… Everything? – essentially it’s our big big shipment of everything sans cupcake wrappers). We’ve decided to hold off accepting it though, until we move to Zamalek. Which leads to our third good news.

We have a move-in date – July 24th! We’ve gotten quite comfortable in Maadi, but we’re both excited to get officially settled and Ron will have a much quicker commute to work (10 minutes, versus 40 minutes). We will miss the friends here, though, and I’ll have to start scouting out a whole new area, but we’ll learn Zamalek and we’ll keep in touch with the Maadi folk. There’s definitely a division between expats in Maadi versus “downtown”. Maadi is where the two good schools are, and it’s very suburban-feeling, so it’s the family place. Downtown, in any of the three primary expat areas, tends to be for singles and DINKs or SINKs (double-income no kids, or like us, single-income no kids). I’m going to do a little snooping around before we move though to see if I can a) get them to paint some color on the walls instead of “institutional eggshell white,” and b) make an appointment at the warehouse where they store the furniture for our “furnished” apartments and see what choices we have. (Dip wife tasks.)

Otherwise, summer’s definitely here. We had been forewarned that Cairo gets hot in summer… and no one lied. Sadly I don’t think we’ve reached the heights yet, but this past week has seen temps in the low 100s. The no humidity is great, but somehow I can still complain about the DRY 100-degree temps. I've become accustomed to using SPF 70 as my daily face cream, and SPF 45 for arms, hands and anything else that may be exposed.

I haven’t done a lot this past week. Another couple from DC arrived a week ago and I’ve been showing the wife around Maadi and taking her downtown on the shuttle and getting her acclimated. Ron and the husband work together and we were able to get together once for dinner before we packed-out, but since then I was just emailing her with all the things I wish I knew before I knew them. So hopefully she benefitted from my delayed-learning-curve. She’s done a great job of just diving in to life here, but she’s admitted that it helps having a guide. When we arrived, I started out making goals of one or two outings a week, and now I find I need one or two a day or I get antsy.

I’ve been making full use of the pool at the Maadi House, which is an expat “club” type thing that we joined, with a pool, tennis courts, playground, free wi-fi and restaurant. It’s a popular spot on Thursday nights (our Fridays here) for a buffet BBQ. We’ve been a few times. But during the day it’s mostly moms and some kids, especially now that school’s out. I had a semi-sad realization though that I’ve reached that age when I actively wait for the 15-minutes of “adult swim” time each hour. Sometimes the pool clears out completely and all the moms and tots head over to the baby pool to wait it out, so it’s all mine to do my laps in. Quite nice. I don’t hang out at the pool all day though (too hot and boring) – I tend to wander around in the morning getting all hot, sweaty and exhausted, head to the pool early afternoon, wait for the exodus of small bobbing screaming children (it’s really the teenagers who are the worst), do 20-30 laps, dry off and then walk home. When Ron comes home and asks me how my day was, I swear I see a glimmer of concern at how quickly I’m adapting to this Dip-Wife Life. ☺