to the day, I left for the small town of Ismailia, Egypt. I left September 15, 1988. I flew on a TWA flight to New York, then JAL (Yugoslav Airways) to Belgrade, Yugoslavia. This was before the fall of the Berlin wall. The USSR was still in power and I was behind the iron curtain. I had a 12 hour layover in Belgrade, so I took a bus into town and ate at McDonald’s. I assume it was a communist McDonald’s. 😀
I then flew onto Cairo, and took a bus to Ismailia. I arrived some time on the 17th. I traveled with a fellow missionary named Blaine. We were both going to teach at an English language school. I ended up teaching math. I do not recall what Blaine taught. Egypt was a great experiance and would not trade it for anything. I ended up falling in love with some girl named Debbi while I was over there too. It was an amazing journey, that is now 20 years old. I wonder what the next 20 will hold.
The great thing about McDonalds, even the communist ones taste the same.
Though in Japan they had some noodle dish added to the menu, I think Lauren would like McDs more in Japan.
Neat story, tell us more about Egypt and Debbi.
(my captcha is ‘ddeb’ which I’m sure is just a conikidink.)