Getting lost is the best part of Travel

Yesterday I walked through #Cairo in an area called Garden City looking for food around 9 pm. The streets wind and twist into areas and spaces in every direction possible, so I got lost and decided to go with it. I turned a corner and found some outdoor seating—a promising sign of nourishment. Everything looked pretty standard, people eating and drinking, a cloud of cigarette smoke above the scene, and then I looked to my left. There he is just painting away in the dead of night. I went to eat but made sure to come back to speak to him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
His name is Hegazy (hig-gah-zee), and he works as a restoration painter and refurbisher of art and furniture of centuries past. He spoke some English, so our exchange of energy went without a hitch. He adored art and wanted to show me the treasure chest of pieces he will work on in the future. It felt like being in the underbelly of a pirate ship that just made off with a good haul. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I love getting lost.