Rocking The Strip (Not Israeli Style)

Quick Update...

I made it to Gaza, a day before the official day I was supposed to get in. I got luck twice....I made it to the deportation room five minutes before they gather all those poor Gazans to ship them to the Rafah Border corssing....most people have waited for a day...few for 4 days...I waited for five minutes....the borders was supposed to open Saturday....but becasue there was a disabled sport team returning to Gaza from a Tunisian Olimpics...they deported all of us together....we were 30 people. They opend the borders for us--Friday it is a holiday and they local Palestinain govervenment opend the gateway as well. There were few setbacks, minor ones...but I made it home...and surprised almost everybody.

The moment I got in and smelled the fresh trash smell in Rafah, I said "I am home for real now"
Finding a cap to take home was a tough negotation process, but I came out a winner and got a ride to the door....the first person to see me at the door was my nephew, Omar he is 17 years old...and he's gotten tall and got himself a nice Saudi Goatee....then my mom came down the stairs running with my older sister Fatin and my sister in Law Amani....dang it felt good to be Home.

I have been keeping good on my promise, no sugar in my tea, no salt on my eggs, and NO soda. I doubt I can keep this, but I am trying

A possible spoiler, I might be engaged by the end of the week! I already met the girl (we have bee communicating for more than 4 months now)...she is really something spcial....more details to come.