Wednesday, January 26th, at the Pyramids of Giza
Over the next few days I’ll post pictures and more from our two-week trip through Jordan and Egypt. What ended in utter chaos (which you know from 24/7 news coverage of the events in Cairo and beyond) began as a dream when I was eight and saw King Tut’s treasures for the first time in San Francisco: I had to see where this boy king came from. Over the years I’ve collected books, articles, pictures and travel dreams of desert tombs and soaring pyramids; in high school I had a poster of Rhamses II on my lavender walls.
Finally, my dream came true: January 20th, we flew to Amman, Jordan, the start of our two week adventure. Along the way we saw everything I could imagine, and it was all more glorious than I could have ever expected. Petra, the pyramids, the tombs, the Sphinx, but most of all, the people, all gracious, all welcoming, all eager to share with us their heritage, food, culture and, most of all, their hospitality. Even with their own families in potential danger, our hosts were all more gracious than you can imagine.