Mud Baths and Camels and Bedouins, oh my

Just a couple of thoughts:

1. I love the Dead Sea.  The Mud.  The water. That cut you had?  Healed.  That sinus infection?  Gone.  Your skin?  Silky smooth.  If it wasn't totally out of the way, I'd go every week.

2.  We stayed the night at a bedouin tent, where I volunteered (after nobody else stepped up to the plate) to accomany a bedouin guy on his ood (sp?) while I 'drummed' by banging a stick in an urn.  I don't know what the instrument is called.  I don't know if there's a technique.  But it was HARD, and my arm was really sore by the end.  Then people had the gall to come up to me and report that they couldn't hear me. 

Way to be good Jews, you know, the kind that treat their friends like family and support them when nobody else steps up to the plate.

No bitterness.

3. We rode camels at sunset in the middle of the desert.  Amanda and I decided riding camels at sunset in the desert it is one of the most romantic ways to propose. 

4. Desert nights.  My friend Katie always says desert nights are her favorite, because of the smell.  It's true.  They're amazing.  Despite being in a ridiculously hot tent, it was nice to have the stars there, the desert air, the friends.