A Lady in London

After our epic adventure in Petra, my boyfriend and I needed some time to relax. We headed out of Wadi Musa in the afternoon and drove back up the King’s Highway to the town of Tafila. From there we headed out to the Dead Sea on one of the most beautiful roads in the country.

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Today marks my two year anniversary of living in London. All day I’ve been thinking about my first day in this amazing city. About my Eurostar pulling into Waterloo station, my boyfriend meeting me with flowers, my dinner at Mint Leaf, and the moment in the taxi when it finally hit me that I had achieved my long time dream of moving to London.

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My guidebook’s first line about Petra said that whenever you hear the word Petra, you immediately think of the Nabateans. I don’t know about other people, but whenever I think of Petra, I immediately think of Indiana Jones.

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My trip to Jordan was a long time in coming. Originally booked for last August, it was then moved to April, after which it was finally re-booked for last weekend. It was as if I could see the promised land and yet I kept having to wander through other parts of the world until I could arrive. I think that once happened to some other people in Jordan too.

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I want a dog. I really do. But I can’t have one. I travel too much, I’m never home during the day, and most evenings I get home late. But I still want a dog. I can’t help it.

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My first ever beer wasn’t the normal American first-beer experience. It wasn’t a light beer in a 12 ounce can that tasted more like water than malt and hops. It wasn’t at a high school prom party or a college frat party. No, it wasn’t any of those things. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was a full-flavored Bavarian beer. It was served by a hearty German waitress in a dirndl at the Hofbräuhaus in Munich. And it came in a glass mug that measured a liter in volume. It was a serious beer.

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