It is afternoon.  I'm sitting by a pool, typing this first post; Justin is taking a much-needed nap.  We're not sure what day or time our bodies feel it is, but are happy to let them rest as they demand rest...  and reset themselves at their own pace.

Cairo.  From our room on the fifteenth floor of Sofitel we see the Nile River.   Our room faces west; northward flows the great river.  Parallel runs a busy street, bustling with a rainbow of vehicles, sirens, and horns.

An early morning lap around the hotel brought something of Delhi to mind.  Wires amid cars, amid rubble sidewalks, amid wandering dogs and dust and shoppes.

Tomorrow morning Justin heads to the FabLab in Mohandessin.  At two we meet up and head to our first appointment concerning the little plum.  The Cairo Motherhood Center...  just the name eases my mind and body.  One of many centers we will visit; one of many doctors we will meet.  "Insh'Allah," said the woman I spoke with as we confirmed a time and said good-bye.  The word or phrase translates to "God-willing" and is used frequently in all manner of conversation, here in Egypt.  It's a phrase I'll take with me as the three of us move forward.

The sun just set, so I'll be on my way.  Thanks for checking in and reading!  So much more to come.