08.06.2012 29 °C
For the first time in my life I've travelled like a grown up. The trip we're on is the kind where you are met at the airport by a guy with your name on a clipboard. You have a driver and a car constantly at your disposal. You stay in flash five star hotels with ritzy omelette chefs at breakfast. You do site visits with a guide. I imagine it's a bit like how a rock star travels. My usual travel involves budget youth hostels and lots of public transport. It is fair to say the two are not even in the same universe, and to be honest, I'm not sure which I enjoy more. It's certainly a lot easier to do this kind of travel when you have babies to cart around.
You know the thing that gets me most? I'm not sure that it's actually all that much more expensive doing it this way. I know for a fact the hotel we stayed in last night would be so far out of my price range if it wasn't part of a package deal that I would probably not even have known it existed. Needless to say, it was super flash, and so big you needed a little golf cart to take you from your swanky room down to float in the Dead Sea with the other hoi poloi. It has been my favorite place to stay so far. Perhaps I am a snob after all.
Or perhaps that really says that I'm getting old. Which is ironic, given that most of the guides we've had so far have been under the impression that I'm L and P's teenage daughter and the lads are their "late in life extras". Either that or I'm the second wife. Funnily enough, the explanation that they are actually my husband's parents is not even blinked at in the middle east. At home we would be such a novelty traveling together. Here, it's just what families do.
Today we travelled from the Dead Sea up to Jerash and had a tour of the best preserved roman citadel we've seen. In the Hippodrome, we saw a re-enactment of a Roman Legion doing their thing, Gladiators and a Chariot race which made me cry. It was so awesome watching the horses racing in a place that was built for them 2000 years ago. Dust flew everywhere. Ben Hur bought to life.
As I type this, my children are fed, bathed and fast asleep and it's only just 7pm. The perfect end to a perfect day. Thanks Jordan.