Good news: my jet lag seems to have, at last, abated, and I am finally feeling normal again. I'm not sure this is going to translate into getting the rest of my pictures posted here today, however, since the nice weather is calling me outside. (But maybe there's wifi in Lincoln Park? I don't know...) I do have a batch I prepared yesterday, though. The photos here are from the middle part of the trip, when we made our way along the King's Highway to Petra. Along the way, we stopped at Mt. Nebo, Madaba, Wadi Mujib, and Kerak castle, laughing and snapping pictures the entire way. (In fact, we spent so much time that, upon pulling into Petra around 7 p.m., Emad said -- both amused and slightly annoyed, I think -- "Other groups get here 3 p.m., 4 p.m. You... 7 p.m.!"
We made it in time for Petra by night, which was our goal, and it was magical. As the group gathered for the walk in, the tour leader provided sage advice for both that night, as we made our way through the dark in the siq (canyon) and life in general: "Stop. Behold. Then walk."
The following day was spent exploring Petra by day, first with a guide, and then on our own, when Farin, Alison and I made the arduous, hour-and-a-half climb uphill to the Monastery -- quite possibly the most difficult (and, ultimately, most worthwhile) hike I've ever made. We were dusty and footsore by the end of the day, but still took Emad up on his offer to take us to a place where some friends of his were gathering and playing music (well, except for Lynn, who opted for some rest back at the hotel). It was a ton of fun and we had a fantastic time, as I think the pictures make clear.
The next morning, on our way out of town, we stopped at "Little Petra," which we joked was Petra's suburban sprawl, and Baida, a neolithic site nearby. Then, we were back on the road -- to Wadi Rum!
And that is a story for another day.