By the third morning of my week-long vacation in Ain Sokhna, I realized I had forgotten what day it was. It was in an unremarkable way that comes from waking up with no urgent task tugging at your sleeve. The sea was a walk away, the jacuzzi was heating, and two of my friends were already negotiating breakfast in the kitchen of our rented chalet. For once, I was not racing against time to go through my to-do list. I had not intended for the trip, which I took on [date], to become an experiment in slow living. I had been craving a break from my life in Cairo, stuck inside the walls of my apartment, where I work, eat, and relax. My days there are a fast-moving grid, with groceries to restock, work to finish, family visits to plan, friends to catch up with, and laundry to do. I love the life I have built, but it moves at a pace that rarely pauses long enough for me to catch a breath or look around. A week off by the beach offered unmatched serenity. Slow living is often displayed…
