Anyone who’s been watching the news knows that it’s been a rocky few weeks in the Middle East. We’ve been laying low and enjoying life on campus. However, yesterday, the sun was shining, things seemed calm, and we felt like exploring. So, we jumped in the car and drove about 20 minutes to Moses’ Spring at Mount Nebo. In case that didn’t sink in, I’ll write it again. We drove 20 minutes to Moses’ Spring, where it is said that, “in need of water, Prophet Moses struck a rock with his staff and 12 springs emerged.” Did I mention that it was only a 20 minute drive??
Like the drive to the Dead Sea (actually, it was the same road), the scenery was amazing. The views are breathtaking.
I didn’t get any pictures of the winding road to the spring because I was too busy telling Lyman to keep his eyes on the road. Hairpin turns and no guardrails are pretty much my idea of a nightmare, but it was SO worth the pounding heart for the scenic vistas. Of course, we had to pull over to take a picture of a camel. I am so entertained by the camels in Jordan, especially the black ones on the side of the road in Madaba, but I loved how this guy blends in with the scenery. Doesn’t he look so disgusted that we find him interesting?
Every time that we see sheep or goats grazing in this type of terrain, we ask ourselves what they eat. It looks so barren and desolate. This is the first time that we actually hiked the same areas (ok, “hike” is a bit of an overstatement–more like a leisurely stroll) and we found lots of small patches of greenery:
You can walk behind the waterfall and it feels like you’re in a completely different world–wet, cool, and muddy, the water (considered holy) drips on you while you duck under the low ceiling. It’s an incredible contrast to the dry heat just feet from the opening.
After a few hours of wandering around the springs, exploring caves, and looking for fossils (we didn’t find any… 😦 ), we drove back up the crazy curvy road and stopped for lunch.
In other news, I’ve recommitted to learning Arabic. The school provides classes for us, and our teacher is amazing, but it’s so easy to put off practicing when things get busy. This week, though, I spoke my first full phrase at the local bakery and was rewarded with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from the grumpiest cashier I’ve ever met. It totally motivated me to surprise him with a new sentence each week.
Love to all!
xo from Jordan