After my Jordan University program came to an end, I was joined in Amman by my lovely, smart and talented girlfriend, Maggie, for two weeks of amazing travel. We began by visiting Petra (my 2nd trip there):
View from our hotel:
View of a Bedouin woman's pet goat (that acted like a dog):
...then passed south through Aqaba (where I was not allowed to leave the country until I played a song on my guitar for the Jordanian border guards), and we entered the State of Israel at the Eilat Yitzak Rabin Border Crossing. From there we took a bus (Egged 444) straight up to Jerusalem.Our first stop in the holy city was the wonderful Mahane Yehuda market. While now slowly gentrifying, the market remains an incredible old-world outdoor bazaar filled with colors, sights, smells, people, and all you need to fill your kitchen. This place is as Jewish as gefilte fish.
I love these photos:
For those of you who have been to this market before, I know that you will share my pain that I forgot to photograph the famous Marzipan rugullah that can be found here. I probably had too much chocolate on my hands to handle the camera at the time.
And only in Israel:
...a box to discard irreversibly-soiled prayer books, scrolls, tefilin, talit, etc., for proper disposal (burial according to Jewish law).(Next Post: The Old City. Its Called That for a Reason.)
