As much as I missed being home, and am happy to see my family, I still miss the life of Cairo. All the energy of Zamalek is still a part of me, and now, being home in a pretty quiet town, I'm starting to feel restless.

Our last night in Cairo was as it should have been. Grace, April and I shared a room in the Marriott, and spent a lot of the day either sleeping, or lounging in bed. We walked across Zamalek to get our last Ta9maya sandwiches and rearrange some luggage in Flamenco and then took a cab [where Grace left her phone] back to the Marriott. We relaxed and tried to nap for most of the day and just before 10pm, April and I walked over to Versailles to meet everyone and watch the Germany/Portugal Euro Cup game. I was glad our last night was spent relaxing and with shisha. It was pretty appropriate, seeing as it was how we spent many of our nights in Cairo. By the time the game ended, we were all ready to leave, so a few people hopped in Ziko's car, and the rest of us set out on foot to get back to the Marriott and hang out until we had to leave. About halfway there, Sherio jumped out of Ziko's car to walk with us, and ended up being congratulated by some friends hanging out on 26th of July street on his four wives. We made enough fun of him for the rest of the walk that I don't think he'll ever want four wives. It was all in good fun though.

When we got back to the hotel, we all pretty much collapsed out of exhaustion, and spent the hour and a half until we had to leave watching British comedy and making fun of it. After a bit, we got some energy back and there was a pillow fight and some general ruckus. Omar was out for dinner, and said he would get to the Marriott by the time we had to leave, but with ten minutes left, he still wasn't there, so April and I went up to our room to bring our stuff down to the lobby, and the girls in 644 started getting their stuff together. We met them, now with Omar, downstairs, and crowded around a little table, just like we always do. We started saying our goodbyes in the lobby, continued them through the hotel, on the way to the bus, and then as we were still getting onto the bus. Everyone looked so sad, and Lyna was crying, and it really sucked to have to say such a definitive goodbye when we became such good friends in such a short period of time. I already miss the nights that turned into early mornings and the laughs and the stupid conversations we would have. It's some of the most fun I've ever had, and now it's over. And that sucks.