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HOW TO: Walk Like An Egyptian
“Welcome to Egypt!” “Thank you.” “Please, come have some tea at my uncle’s perfume shop.” The next thing you know, you’re spending your afternoon smelling various fragrances, looking ... read more
by Max Nepstad
09 Sep 2009
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Walk (and try to talk) Like an Egyptian
To walk like an Egyptian is to walk with dirty feet and a swiveling head. In the first few days of my Alexandrian existence, I noticed that my feet acquired an amount of dirt consistent with the distance I had traveled. Each time I leave beit a-tallibat, the female students’ ... read more
by Ariana Siegel
18 Sep 2010
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<p>[Varanasi, India] Every night on the ghats in Varanasi, India, mass prayers echo along the shores of the world's holiest waters, the Ganges River. Hindus from around the world are drawn here to find peace and clarity, or to pray for their salvation. Here, a foreigner stands in a moment of prayer after the evening puja has completed. A curious local has approached him, and though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I imagine that he’s asking the same question that so many others have asked me that night: Why do we foreigners travel so far to come to a place so different? I always answer: We come for the same reasons the locals do, and we discover in doing so that we are more the same than foreign after all.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Connie C</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sdqzG8/small.png)
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<p>[Varanasi, India] Every night on the ghats in Varanasi, India, mass prayers echo along the shores of the world's holiest waters, the Ganges River. Hindus from around the world are drawn here to find peace and clarity, or to pray for their salvation. Here, a foreigner stands in a moment of prayer after the evening puja has completed. A curious local has approached him, and though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I imagine that he’s asking the same question that so many others have asked me that night: Why do we foreigners travel so far to come to a place so different? I always answer: We come for the same reasons the locals do, and we discover in doing so that we are more the same than foreign after all.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Connie C</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sdqzG8/large.png)
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<p>[Varanasi, India] When my best friend and I traveled to the holy Hindu city of Varanasi, we did as the locals do and rowed on the Ganges river. On our way to the boat, our guide Bapa saw three goats, a mother and her two young. Bapa invited the goats on the boat, telling us that they would enjoy the ride.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Lauren Carey</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/IelDuU/small.png)
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<p>[Varanasi, India] When my best friend and I traveled to the holy Hindu city of Varanasi, we did as the locals do and rowed on the Ganges river. On our way to the boat, our guide Bapa saw three goats, a mother and her two young. Bapa invited the goats on the boat, telling us that they would enjoy the ride.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Lauren Carey</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/IelDuU/large.png)
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<p>[Havana, Cuba] A friend from Puerto Rico asked me to track down an acquaintance while I was in Havana. My mission: To find the man with the largest collection of tango music in Cuba and give him my friend’s gift, a collection of CDs by Carlos Gardel. Upon arriving at the address I'd been given, I learned that the collector had died a year earlier. My stepson began visiting Havana’s tango clubs to see if he could learn more about the collector, and eventually met the Cuban music historian Felix Contreras, pictured here. We were invited to his home in Havana, where we talked for hours about Cuban music. Felix told us that the tango collection had been divvied up and sold, a fact that made him very sad.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Julie Collazo</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sljOnW/small.png)
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<p>[Havana, Cuba] A friend from Puerto Rico asked me to track down an acquaintance while I was in Havana. My mission: To find the man with the largest collection of tango music in Cuba and give him my friend’s gift, a collection of CDs by Carlos Gardel. Upon arriving at the address I'd been given, I learned that the collector had died a year earlier. My stepson began visiting Havana’s tango clubs to see if he could learn more about the collector, and eventually met the Cuban music historian Felix Contreras, pictured here. We were invited to his home in Havana, where we talked for hours about Cuban music. Felix told us that the tango collection had been divvied up and sold, a fact that made him very sad.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Julie Collazo</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sljOnW/large.png)
