At the beginning of the summer, we had the opportunity to visit the Dead Sea again thanks to Elise's Aunt Denise and Uncle Larry who were passing through Jordan on the tail end of a whirlwind Middle Eastern adventure.
They were kind enough to put us up in the Movenpick for the night. Sadly, we were only able to repay them with a mediocre Italian dinner at the only restaurant open before 7:30 p.m. (thanks a lot, Ramadan).
They were kind enough to put us up in the Movenpick for the night. Sadly, we were only able to repay them with a mediocre Italian dinner at the only restaurant open before 7:30 p.m. (thanks a lot, Ramadan).
No matter how much the kids get on each others' nerves when in the house, or no matter what toy they are fighting over or who hit who, when the kids get out of the house and set off somewhere, they invariably fit back together again as above. Most times neither Elise nor I have any idea what they are talking about. Sometimes, we do catch snippets of their conversations, but more often than not, they simply do not make sense. Someday they will undoubtedly talk about Constitutional law, quantum physics, or Antediluvian period literature.
The Dead Sea tends to be very, very hot, so we delayed going down to the actual water until early the next morning.
One can't come to the Dead Sea without slathering their bodies with the sacred muds found on the sea's banks.
Everyone got into the mix!
Mud monster.
Pete in his mid boots.
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