Today, about two hours ago, my mother finally arrived from her trip to Petra, in Jordan.
She has been showing us the pictures nonstop for the past two hours :')
It's pretty. She got lots of marriage proposals and complemented the market in Turkey.
She bought lots of presents and rocks.
Yes, rocks... don't ask me why, but the woman likes rocks.
She probably has a rock from everywhere she has ever been. We have a plantation of stones in the house.
she also bought sand from the Wadirun Desert, herbs from somewhere, lotion from the Dead Sea, water from the River Jordan, clothes from the market in Istanbul, jewelery from a place in Petra and a magic lamp from some weird place, 'cause "its not magical if you know from where it comes from"...
She began her trip, by going to Jordan, about six hours in the air, with the time difference eight.
She almost expired from boredom.
Once she arrived and passed trough all that airport security, she was confronted with the hard reality of traveling to foreign places: everybody speaks English.
Actually not every body speaks English, but everybody speaks their own different language and the closer you get to a common language is with English. And then you get the weir accents.
She was six days in Jordan, and visit several great places, like the temple of Petra, remember Indiana Jones?
Tons and tons of steps to get to the top, since that temple is built in the inside of the mountain.
She told me she climbed 800 steps and that it was pretty high. So no people with fear of highs or vertigo.
About the steps, my mother said: "in the world, there are trials by fire, trials by water and trials by steps. "
She stayed in some pretty nice hotels and ate weird food. She also rode a donkie.
Then to continue her journey she caught a airplane to Istanbul about four hours, with the time difference six.
In Istanbul the real shopping began.
She says they give you tea in the shops while trying to sell you stuff. Every house looks pretty much the same and there's a lot of poverty.
And dust. Lots and lots of dust.
Once again more weird, typical food. Like McDonald's in Istanbul, its cheaper there.
All sorts of bugs and different animals.
In the streets, she almost got run over by a truck.
She brought lots of earrings and bracelets, a notebook where you write from the back to the front, lots of clothes and scarves and airplane Turkey nuts.
When I'm big enough (and have enough money...) I too, will travel a lot, to all sorts of foreign places, although Turkey is not on my list. I'm more of a classical tourist. I intend to travel to England and Rome, and Florence, and Venice before it sinks. Then the USA, to get some of my favorite books sign, byKenyon. Then to Japan, probably to buy some decent manga. France for some shopping and German, 'cause I like the way they speak.
That's it folks!
Travel away!
She has been showing us the pictures nonstop for the past two hours :')
It's pretty. She got lots of marriage proposals and complemented the market in Turkey.
She bought lots of presents and rocks.
Yes, rocks... don't ask me why, but the woman likes rocks.
She probably has a rock from everywhere she has ever been. We have a plantation of stones in the house.
she also bought sand from the Wadirun Desert, herbs from somewhere, lotion from the Dead Sea, water from the River Jordan, clothes from the market in Istanbul, jewelery from a place in Petra and a magic lamp from some weird place, 'cause "its not magical if you know from where it comes from"...
She began her trip, by going to Jordan, about six hours in the air, with the time difference eight.
She almost expired from boredom.
Once she arrived and passed trough all that airport security, she was confronted with the hard reality of traveling to foreign places: everybody speaks English.
Actually not every body speaks English, but everybody speaks their own different language and the closer you get to a common language is with English. And then you get the weir accents.
She was six days in Jordan, and visit several great places, like the temple of Petra, remember Indiana Jones?
Tons and tons of steps to get to the top, since that temple is built in the inside of the mountain.
She told me she climbed 800 steps and that it was pretty high. So no people with fear of highs or vertigo.
About the steps, my mother said: "in the world, there are trials by fire, trials by water and trials by steps. "
She stayed in some pretty nice hotels and ate weird food. She also rode a donkie.
Then to continue her journey she caught a airplane to Istanbul about four hours, with the time difference six.
In Istanbul the real shopping began.
She says they give you tea in the shops while trying to sell you stuff. Every house looks pretty much the same and there's a lot of poverty.
And dust. Lots and lots of dust.
Once again more weird, typical food. Like McDonald's in Istanbul, its cheaper there.
All sorts of bugs and different animals.
In the streets, she almost got run over by a truck.
She brought lots of earrings and bracelets, a notebook where you write from the back to the front, lots of clothes and scarves and airplane Turkey nuts.
When I'm big enough (and have enough money...) I too, will travel a lot, to all sorts of foreign places, although Turkey is not on my list. I'm more of a classical tourist. I intend to travel to England and Rome, and Florence, and Venice before it sinks. Then the USA, to get some of my favorite books sign, byKenyon. Then to Japan, probably to buy some decent manga. France for some shopping and German, 'cause I like the way they speak.
That's it folks!
Travel away!
