"You Look Like an Egyptian"

From the time we landed in Cairo, I heard the comment over and over, until we finally got on the plane in Alexandria heading back to Abu Dhabi....
"Where are you from? You look Egyptian."
One person even assumed that my family must have roots in Egypt and adamantly said, "Maybe you are not from here, but somewhere along your family tree, there was someone from Egypt."
"Must be the nose," I thought.

For any readers who don't know my heritage, I am one half African American (Dad's family is from the North Carolina area) and one half German. Don't know if any of my ancestors actually came from Egypt, but we did come from Africa. :-)

When we were at the pyramids, a man trying to get me on his camel to make a quick buck made the comment,


as did the kid selling souvenirs,
and the guard at the base one of the pyramids,
as well as several of the servers in our hotel. It got to be a running joke.

It was becoming a little redundant. After a while when someone asked where I was from, before they could finish their sentence.."you look like.."
"Yea, yea, I know, I know.. I look Egyptian."

Two days before Christmas I decided to get a haircut--needed a trim...bad. So, I booked an appointment and went to the salon at the hotel. There was a young lady and an older gentlemen working and I naturally assumed the lady would be the one to do my hair (figured the guy was there to do the barbering for the men). Nope. the man did my hair. He, of course, assumed I was an Egyptian and then he gave me a vitamin treatment to soften and shine my "do". Then he began the trim. When He finished--I looked like friggin' Cleopatra.
"Well," I thought, "now I really do look like an Egyptian."