Jordan
June 2013
With a friend I had met while in Israel, I walked through the Wadi Araba Border Crossing and into Jordan with full recognition that we were crossing into a new territory. Aqaba, the Jordanian border town, stands in the starkest contrast to Eilat, the Israeli spring break destination. The heat was blistering when paired with the long sleeves covering my arms and the floor length skirt hiding my legs. The Jordanian border guards were young twenty-something guys who were more interested in taking selfies with us than letting us pass, but the images of Indiana Jones resolutely encouraged us as we set off to Petra where morning prayer calls cascade over the tops of the clustered houses, the vistas are endless and children pop out of the most remote places to sell postcards for one dinar.
