Egypt is beautiful. Ricardo is sent on a tour around the area they're staying in, to look at the high spots of the area, learn where the important things are- a nearby market, the school he'll be teaching at, other spots where people go- clubs, restaurants, even tourist-y places like pyramids and other areas rich in history that he's already enamored by.

It's a lot to take in and by the time he's dropped off at where he'll be living while working here, he's overwhelmed and itching to talk to Alicia about it. Unfortunately he takes one glance at the clock and knows it's not a good time to be calling- it's way too early in California to risk disturbing Andre- not to mention Alicia herself needs every opportunity she can get to have a good night sleep. So he distracts himself by poking around the room, peering outside, orienting himself to his new home for the next couple of months.

It's a nice room, pretty spacious with the expected wares, but he's jetlagged and exhausted so he's not too surprised when he collapses onto the bed and is asleep within minutes.

He is, however, surprised when he's suddenly tugged out of his rest by a series of sharp, commanding knocks at the door. His disorientation grows when he wakes up to find the sun gleaming down on his face from where he'd forgotten to tug the drapes into place to muffle the sight of it. He forces himself up before the second round of impactful knocks can begin, afraid that they'll break the entire door down. He makes it in time, forces it open and quints out at the man that he slowly realizes was his tour guide yesterday, some of the tension leaving him. "Yes?"

"Training," the man says helpfully, and Ricardo struggles, not sure how to respond to this, considering the man's English seems a little wanting.

"Ah, yes, just... one minute, alright?" It's more than a minute for him to run around, splash some water on his face, change clothes, awkwardly brush through his hair, desperately ignoring the mess he's left in an attempt to get moving here. "I'm ready!" he says and follows the man out of the room, feeling oddly bereft at leaving it behind. You'll be fine, Ricardo, he tells him. Everything is going to work out much better than India. Just breathe.

By the time he settles in and begins teaching, he actually believes it too.