this boat was inside the pyramid ready to be assembled for a ride to the afterlife. |
below this Coptic Christian church was where Jesus hid from Herod with his parents when he was little. |
my dad is quite red after our descent into the oven-like pyramid. |
inside the beautiful Alabaster Mosque |
The famous Nile River. |
The village I stayed in, Kafr el Albien, was the best part of my trip. Being surrounded by such wonderful, generous and kind people truly felt like home. Everyone treated me like I was family and I shared tea with so many lovely new friends that I could not begin to name all of them. The village was peaceful. Family was their first priority after God and it was perfect to me. The farm land was vast and the homes were not filled with the distractions that permeate life in America. Quiet, simple living, laughter, cool nights and warm days, children playing, men and women going about their daily chores. It was all exactly what I had hoped it would be and more.
a game of soccer in the courtyard before breakfast. |
We visited many people in the village. Here is my father with the police chief and the mayor. We are at the mayors home. |
a stable for animals. |
a delicious breakfast. note: the women put out some of the jams I brought over :) |
This group of farmers set out mats for us to sit in the fields and when we said we hadn't had breakfast yet, picked us potatoes from the field. |
After harvesting alfalfa, a husband & wife stopped and greeted us and posed for some pictures. |
the view from the roof top of the home I stayed at. |
the canal along the main road provided water for washing and irrigating of the fields Here a woman quietly does her laundry and dishes as we walk by. |
Farmer's Lunch |
the fields were in long strips. Divided amongst the families that lived in the village and allowing for them to grow what that wanted to grow. |
In the mornings, we often rose far earlier than the others in the home we were at, so my father and I would go for strolls around the village. The dusty roads were quiet and when we did come across people they were warm and friendly and immediately offered us a seat, offered tea or something of their own. While there was very little I could communicate other than thank you (sho-kren), the smiles and nodding and laughter seemed to be enough. When we would get back to the house around 10am, there would be a fine breakfast with fresh produce, falafel patties, hard boiled eggs, pita, yogurt, yogurt cheese, tahini and fava beans.
The last day of my visit, lunch, which is served in the early evening was done outside. Called a farmer's lunch, we ate in the fields on mats and blankets. I loved it! They put out a wonderful selection of foods and we watched the sun set as we ate. After dark, we had turkish coffee and tea. My father managed to get in a water fight with some of the men and they chased each other all over the field in an effort to soak one another.
boys will be boys |
our last night in Kafr el Albien |
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