Sand between my toes

You are either hot or cold when in a winter desert. There is rarely a moment in between. A step into the light and you feel the blazing sun on your back. A step across the dark line and you feel the cool of the breeze on your skin. The desert in Wadi Rum is …

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Sweet Tea

My second alternative path in Petra was toward the Snake Monument and by bedouin caves with families in residence. One kid after another ran to me all wanting cookies - I gave them Alaska stickers. The last boy - Halil meaning "moon" pointed out the snake monument and warned me not to climb up the …

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