Today was certainly eventful. Travalon and I got up and went to the 9 am Mass at the second-closest church to us, but a couple of Nigerian nuns talked before Mass about their order, so Mass was ten minutes late, and we wondered if we would get done in time to get to Cecil Markovitch's house by 10:30. Fortunately the priest, who is from India and always starts his homily with a dad joke or two, didn't say too much beyond his two dad jokes today, so we were done by 10. Then Cecil drove us and the Single B-Boy to Milwaukee to go to Egypt Fest.
Egypt Fest was at the St. Antonius Coptic Church.
They had camel rides.
They had an Egyptian Bazaar, and I bought a few items: yet another Anglican (?) rosary (Coptic?), a rubber band bracelet, and a necklace, all of which set me back $21.
I know you're wondering, "Famous, does that rubber band bracelet some kid talked you into buying for a dollar glow under blacklight, as well as that rosary you got at Ukrainian Fest yesterday and forgot to post a photo of?"
You know it!
And the food at Egypt Fest! Three of us had the Cairo Street Food Sampler of all vegetarian food: falafel, spanakopita (which they called something else), and the Egyptian National Dish of koshari, a casserole of noodles, rice, fried onions, tomato sauce, cheese, lentils, and chickpeas. Travalon had a custard casserole thing with meat in it and some grilled chicken. We also had Egyptian coffee, which is a lot like Turkish coffee. Then after the church tour, we had some baklava and something else with custard and pistachios, and some mint tea. We took the mint tea to go, since Cecil was eager to get to Serbian Fest... and that's where things went from wonderful to weird.
Cecil tried to make a lefthand turn onto a busy road, but he crashed into another car that we think changed lanes unexpectedly, though we're not quite sure what happened. Her car was pushed up onto the median, knocking over a sign. Cecil pulled up onto the median behind her, and we all got out and surveyed the damage. The MIRmobile was all smashed in the front, and the girl's driver side door was dented so she couldn't open it. Both cars had to be towed away. Of course everyone at the festival could see what disaster had befallen us, so we went back to the shade in the church yard, sat down, and found a Badger Bus back to Madison. The B-Boy summoned an Uber to take us to the airport to catch the bus, and he made the same left but ironically at that time there was no traffic in either direction. We had an hour before the bus got there, so we explored a museum and a bookstore at the airport, and Travalon bought a book about train posters. At first the bus was uncrowded, so we each took our own seat, but downtown a bunch of people got on, so Travalon shared a seat with me and gave his up to a delightful undergrad who I chatted with for a lot of the ride. I asked the Night Prayer group to pray for us, and Rich offered to pick us up from the bus stop and bring us back to Cecil's house. By then it was almost 8:00, so Travalon and I went to Baked Wings on State Street and sat outside, eating our late dinner, before we headed home. Oh well, maybe next year we will make it to Serbian Fest.
Oh yeah, at the downtown stop we saw an AmTrak train stopped on the tracks, and also a very cool old car with a beautiful skylight. We don't know what it's for, but we'd like to ride on it!
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