To have come from Egypt, with it's harsh, dry sandy climate and garbage-lined streets, to a warm island climate was a relief to my entire person. I was given a glass of fresh juice as I checked into a comfortable hotel amidst large and elegant bird cages, plush couches and green plants.
I walked by the pool and saw families playing happily. Different. Very different from the culture I'd just come from, where Women are covered from head to toe and wearing a swimsuit in a public pool (or possibly ever) would have been unthinkable. Not to say that Western culture is better than Middle Eastern. It's just what I'm used to, am comfortable with and LIKE.
My room was so starkly different from the Spy-Movie hotel room I'd just come from that I felt at once as though I was staying in the lap of luxury. (Not so, but it's all about perspective, isn't it?) I threw open the large sliding door to the balcony and looked out over a crescent shaped beach as the sun set in the sky and the trade winds blew the sheer curtains about gently. I wasn't long in that room before I found myself with my toes sunk into the sands and sea foam on that beach watching the sun set.
And for the first time in nearly two weeks, I slept soundly.
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