To dream the impossible dream...
My Dear Nelson,
You poor man, I do deeply regret the amount of inconvenience that I have caused you, it was quite intentional, I assure you. I was heartened to hear of the birth of your second son, have you named him yet? Don, perhaps?
You asked why I must do this sort of thing in a foreign country. Why, the answer is simple Sir, I am a knight errant. That is what we do. We are willing to see what is and dream of what should be.
Some people say that this is idealistic, but we are willing to dream of impossible things, to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go. To right the unrightable wrong, to love pure and chaste from afar, to try when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star!!
This is my quest, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right without question or pause, to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest that my heart will be peaceful and calm when I am laid to my rest. And the world will be better for this that one one, scorned and covered with scars, still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars!
That Sir, is why I do it.
It is a credo that you would do well to follow also.
Now, the good news is that we are free to resume our trip. The bad news is that we are in Cairo. I will find a friendly travel agent and see how to get my party to Cotonou.
Yours tired but exultant,
Don Quixote de la Mancha.