Just Keep Swimming*

I dragged my butt out of bed this morning at 8am to go swimming at Heliopolis Club (Women’s only hours are 8-11am on Saturdays and Tuesdays).

Two clubs I haven’t visited in ages in one weekend! Mash’Allah, mash’Allah.

It was amaZing. An Olympic size pool, which makes a wonderful change from the tiny, kiddie size pool I usually swim in.

Drifted lazily in the pool with my friend. I don’t think we swam more than half a dozen laps, but whatever. There’s nothing than can make you feel more like a bum than observing the crazy water ballet girls, who were practicing for the championship like crazy.

Honestly, how do they do that? How can they balance their bodies upside down? They were performing their routine to an Arabic tabla song, which was tres cool.

After the time was up we then ruined all our half-hearted good work by eating fuul and ta’meya (falafel) while watching old people try and play croquet.  Tea with milk was divine, and it was only after I slurped it all down that I realized why: full cream milk!

Strange fact of the day: You can hear the music more clearly underwater than you can out of it.

* That’s from Finding Nemo. I loved Dorie.