Each member of the family enjoyed the trip to Egypt in his or her own way. Marisol enjoyed visiting museums and ruins, and, of course, playing her bass in the public square to entertain the Egyptian people. Rosa and Arielle played games, read books, and simply enjoyed the relaxing vacation in the warm climate. John Tyler made a point of meeting Egyptian people (although occasionally, there were cultural misunderstandings).
But for Ari, traveling to Egypt meant adventure. During those two blissful weeks, he was no longer Ari Paz. He was Indiana Ari, amateur archaeologist and explorer. While the rest of the family was shopping and sightseeing and enjoying rich African cuisine, Ari was raiding tombs, hunting for treasure, and exploring dangerous depths.
“But we leave in three days and you and I have barely spent any alone time together,” Marisol finally complained. And so the next day, she joined him on an excursion to a large pyramid. They stayed with their tour group for a while, then slipped away to explore on their own.
“Oh look, a sarcophagus!” said Marisol, pointing. “Do you think there’s a real mummy inside?” She watched as Ari pried open the stone door. But this sarcophagus was empty inside.
A long while later, they returned to treasure hunting. They came across another sarcophagus. But this one was not empty.
“Run, Marisol, run!” The two of them turned and fled the pyramid, hearts racing. They didn’t slow down until they were at least a mile away. Ari wrapped his arms around his wife. “I think that we’ll keep this little adventure to ourselves,” he said. Marisol agreed.