Jesse called me this evening and told me he'd made reservations at the Windsor Hotel which was once the baths for the royal family when it was built a hundred years ago.
When I went to Egypt in 1957 we stayed at a pension called Morland House from the same era, so I am looking forward to it. This hotel is only a few blocks from where the other one stood. When I was last there in 1976 they had just finished tearing down Moreland House and Mrs Scarzella was running Garden City House which was built directly across the street while I was there as a child.
Recently I edited some of the pictures my mother took while we were there in 1957 and I'll begin adding them to this record to show the difference between when I was there as a child and the present time. Above is a picture my mother took of me and of the Scarzella family at Moreland House.
I am finally beginning to get some feeling of excitement and anticipation. I look forward to leaving the agonies and the source of the agonies that have plagued me since last summer. They'll be here when I return anyway. So for the moment I may as well enjoy the moment. I'm looking forward to some Raki or some absinthe. I could use a break from reality about now.
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