TRAVEL THERE: ARRIVING IN PUNTA CANA
Punta Cana is one of those open air airports. It was lovely on the day we arrived, but I couldn’t help but wonder how miserable it might be if it was storming. You disembark onto the tarmac and ride a bus for such a short bit that you wonder why they bothered. Then you leave the bus and enter the palm-frond-covered terminal.
Happy to be There
Most everything in Punta Cana is palm-frond-covered, but the picture you see was not taken at the airport. That’s Club Med’s lobby and it was taken several days later. We did not arrive quite so happy and carefree, but we were happy to be on the ground again.
I was starving, because I had used up all the calories from my morning cookie a long time ago. I was also not too happy about the fact that somewhere during my sojourn with Spirit Airlines I had managed to get gum on the divided skirt I planned to wear several times during my Punta Cana stay. I had enjoyed better traveling experiences.
We shuffled along in the terminal, following the rest of the people from our plane. We waited for our luggage and then something odd happened. Remember those fees Bill doesn’t like to pay. Well, he’s not fond of tipping either, so I was surprised to discover that somehow we’d inherited a porter to push the luggage cart we’d wrangled on our own. That’s not our usual MO, but I’m not complaining.
Our porter ushered us through customs and hooked us up with a taxi. Most taxis in Punta Cana are white vans, not the yellow vehicles that usually come to mind. A short ride later and we were at Club Med.
Welcoming Ritual
They do things nicely at Club Med. We were helped from our vehicle and ushered over to a sofa. A smiling young lady offered us a cool cloth with which to wipe our face and hands. An inviting fruit drink waited on a nearby table. Our luggage was unloaded. We were ushered to a comfortable sofa to enjoy our beverage. I realized I could get used to this relaxation thing.
While we sipped our fruit drink, a dark-skinned gentleman with a sing-song voice chatted us up. He pointed one way to tell us about Samantha, Banana or Sama-something where we would have dinner. He pointed another way to tell us about Hispanola, which was closed. And then it sounded as if he was telling us there was an Indian restaurant on the beach where we could get snacks.
Snacks sounded good, but then a fresh-looking young lady came to show us our room – La Nina 662. Rain was in the forecast, but while it didn’t look as if that was possible, heavy humidity whispered that it wasn’t only possible, but probable. Our guide across the property was an Israeli, but her family lives in Canada. She’s an intern. We’d soon figure out that there were a lot of interns from all over the world.
Getting Settled In
Our Canadian/Israeli friend had no sooner shown us to our room, than a bellman arrived with our luggage. This was one of those situations in which a vacation can go awry. Damn the luggage, I was starving, but Bill wanted to rest a little. I’ve learned to let him settle in his way and there is no telling what that will be. Sometimes he’s ready to go exploring, but not this time, when I would have loved to find the first viable source of food and feed my face.
As he laid on the sofa playing his favorite game on his tablet, I used the time to get unpacked. That’s usually the first thing I want to do, but this time all I could think about was how hungry I was. Once everything was unpacked and organized in our room, I looked out the window and decided on a change of clothes before heading out. I wanted to get out of the gummed skirt and in the humid heat, even the short-sleeved top I was wearing felt like too much.
Bill was still playing his game, but I could wait no longer. I convinced him it was time to go find that Indian restaurant on the beach. Off we went! We tipped our sunhats to our friends at CTC Travel who had given us this great trip. Come back next week and let’s have snacks on the Beach.
TRAVEL THERE: WRAPPING UP OUR TOUR

In recent years a church has been planted in a cavern out there at Mokattum and Bill and I would travel there before the day was over, but for now, I’ll round out my tour. On the way into the area I saw a shop selling shawls. I love shawls and capes. Bill promised we’d stop back by on the way out, probably thinking I would forget all about it – and who knows, I might have – but Zuzu remembered and now I have this beautiful shawl.

I have to confess to you that I’m not big on relics. I’ve seen more bones, scraps of fabric and hair than your average traveler, because I’m always interested in churches and many churches are interested in relics. Even palaces, like the Hofburg in Vienna, have their relics. In fact, I probably saw more relics in one place in the Hofburg’s Treasury than I have seen in any church.
TRAVEL THERE: SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST?
The Cairo Museum
Old Cairo, Finally!
TRAVEL THERE: THE PHARAOH’S DINNER CRUISE
An Excellent Meal
Before long Moksen and his lovely wife Shahira, first on the left side, were coming aboard and the party started. It was a huge, delicious meal and I was thrilled to be with my family once again.

TRAVEL THERE: KOM ASH SHUQQAFA, POMPEY’S PILLAR & THE SERAPEUM
Pompey’s Pillar & the Serapeum
TRAVEL THERE: HISTORY, JEWELRY AND MORE

The jewelry museum is in a lovely part of the city, obviously still home to the well-to-do. An impressive rod iron fence guards the one-time palace. The security procedure into the grounds is more than cursory, but it was very polite. This is the museum-less-visited, competing with the well-known Bibliotheca and the official history museum, but I would like to see that change. This is a rare and wonderful experience and if you go to Alexandria you should not miss it! They were glad to have such obvious American tourists entering their facility. So glad in fact they gifted me with a beautiful souvenir guidebook.
But there was jewelry, magnificent jewelry, in attractive cases spread throughout the elegant rooms. The house looked as if they had only removed the furniture the day before. It was easy to imagine dignitaries in gorgeous caftans and morning suits wandering around. Among the treasures in the cases were items which once belonged to
TRAVEL THERE: MORE EXHIBITS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT

A Little Signage Please
Through trial and error (and an exasperated guard) we found out we had to join the crowd and check pretty much everything on our persons, except the clothes on our back at the place with the crowd. Then we got the secret sauce to entering the library. Once inside there are all kinds of signs directing you to the various stacks of books over many floors, but nothing seemed to direct us to the free museums we were there to enjoy. Now they have great signage to the museum that has a pricey entry fee, but I wanted the free stuff.
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