I bought a travel guide and a phrasebook.

Both of them are from Lonely Planet. And both of them are so well done. I am already seeing myself thanking their editors in my adventures in Cairo. Somehow going to Cairo and traveling in Egypt immediately associates with an adventure. Seriously, anybody ever thought of going to Prague as of an adventure? More like a snooze fest! Nah, I kid. I am sure that Czech Republic is just as much fun as Egypt. So from time to time I skim through the travel guide and get really excited: feluccas! shish-kebab! Nile! diving! I get so excited that at times I forget that I am actually going to study and continue internship for the most of the time. By the way the first section that I looked up in the phrasebook was "Getting acquainted" or something of that sort, as per advice of my overprotective BF. And I have been diligently repeating on subway  a-na mit-ga-wiza, a-na mit-gawiza, ana mitgawiza. You figure what that means.