One of my favorite stops in Cuba, in the south of the island at Playa Larga just before Playa Giron where the infamous Bay of Pigs invasion started. I was determined to continue my scuba diving adventure, making up for lost time, 12 years to be precise. After my ear forced me to cease diving except for snorkelling, I needed a place like Cuba to convince me to give it one more try. Nothing happened, so I kept going deeper. Like having coffee with a friend after years of not seeing each other, I felt at ease and enjoyed it more and more. It was as if I hadn't stopped at all. I dissappeared below the surface and the sound of the bubbles coming out of the regulator were so familiar.
My best dive happened in a cave. Where most people could feel claustrophobic, I felt euphoric. It was as if I was swimming in the Grand Canyon, only both walls were much closer, I was 30m underwater and the the formations were amazing.
One of the best things about visiting Cuba was staying at Casa Particulares wherever I went. I was able to practice my Spanish all the time, ate home made food, got good tips on where to visit, and took photos of the families I stayed with.
Here I am back to Cairo again and what hits me it's been one year is the smell of rice clouds. Here in this country the fellaheen (farmers) burn the rice shells to get rid of them. What a great way to add variety to the same old traffic smog.
Yes it's been exactly one year from the time I first came to this country and I can't help but feel nostalgic. I miss that feeling of coming to a new country, the weather is beautiful, the language is so foreign and familiar at the same time, and I'm excited. I'm sitting on the balcony of my newly rented apartment drinking tea and writing. The next day I'm supposed to go sandboarding in the desert and did I say the weather was beautiful?
It's that time of the year when the farmers are burning the shells of the rice harvest.
You might have already guessed from the name of the blog, but I'm going to tell you anyway. One cold, rainy night back in 1982, I woke up in the middle of the night and promised to myself with sleepy eyes and a wet blanket: One day, I want to start a blog where I put one photo from my life everyday for a year. Nevermind that blogs did not exist back then or that I was in the prime of my kindergarten years. Years passed and I decided to keep one promise in my life for a change about a month ago (which is relative to whenever you're reading this - so I keep deciding one month before whenever you're reading this). Here it is then. My pledge to take a photo everyday for a year. Whether with my Canon, Nokia, or camera obscura - wide, macro, tele, or paparazzi... I guess what I'm trying to do is this- I want to come back to this blog years later and say: Wow, what a stupid idea that was! I wonder what kind of a person I was to keep doing this for 365 days...