Of Castles, Helicopters and the KGB in Georgia
No job. No money. Time in Europe winding down. Traveling prospects for the summer quickly turning into dreams and less reality. Things were not looking so bright for my travel junkie soul. So I was near off my rocker when my lova, completely immersed in his media company came to me and said, “How about we forget the roadtrip to Montenegro and all the crazy trips you wanted to plan. I have too much work to do.” A nail in the coffin to my bloggin/traveling dreams, I thought. But then he continued with words sent by the gods. “And instead we leave in two days for our birthdays (they're 3 days apart) to Georgia." He had already gotten the tickets and hey guess what, “on our lay over flight back, we’re stopping by Egypt for four days.” My mouth once hanging open ready to argue now gaped in shock. I’m not a religious Cylon, but hell it felt like the Red Sea had been parted for me (okay maybe not), but the answers to my hopes and wishes had come true. Best b-day present ever?