While my friends Dana and Mike have been galavanting around Egypt for the last month or so, I’ve been suffering through the unforgiving, unrelenting, un-anything good Northeast winter. But I’m not bitter.
It’s been a blast — mainly because Dana and Mike left their dog Torres with me. Like her namesake, Olympic champion Dara Torres, she’s a world-class swimmer, which served her well growing up wild on a remote Costa Rican beach. She’s a good pup, with just enough of a lingering wild streak to keep you on your toes, and she’s been a good playmate for my own pup. She’s going back home today and we’ll miss her.
Meanwhile, I’ve been living vicariously through the photos and videos that Dana and Mike have been sending back, and I thought all the Dixie Hemingway fans might enjoy this one. It’s a neighborhood deli in Dahab, a small town on the Gulf of Aqaba. I could put it on a loop and watch it all day long.