Cairo, the Sphinx, horses and how my son's life is way cooler than mine. Again.

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Cairo. (Before the protests that began this week.)

Pyramids.

The Sphinx.

My son and five of his friends.

Horses.

Camels.

Awesome food.

Picture riding toward the pyramids at a gallop on a beautiful horse. Picture how...amazing and memorable that would be. In a life sense.

My son, well, he just did that. Got to ride to the pyramids on a beautiful horse. Across the desert.

The trip back to town was on a camel and we all know how slow they are. And they spit. And the ride is really lurchy. But that didn't even matter at that point, because he was still elated by his horseback ride.

He's decided to do more horseback riding. He used to, then he stopped, but now he's hooked again. That's kind of how it works.

They studied the monuments, basked in the history, then enjoyed dinners in rather sketchy yet mostly cool parts of Cairo at the recommendation of locals.

His timing was fabulous. Because if he'd told me this week he wanted to visit Cairo I'd have had a Mom moment and pled with him not to visit due to the recent political unrest and violence and such.

But last week was ideal. And he had a ball.