Dance party

During breakfast today, music started booming from outside our window. Half Egyptian/Arab, half (bad) American music. Apparently it was the 100th anniversary of the school here. Milli wasn't feeling too well, with a headache. Even with the window closed, it was terribly loud -- not good for the headache. We moved to another flat on our floor that wasn't quite so loud. As Milli was settling in, she said sleepily, "I don't want to just lie down; I want to be entertained." We may be living in Egypt, but we're still American.