Monika and I started to get a little freaked out. The road was getting narrower with each turn and there was not another vehicle in site. Our rental car kept climbing steadily through this winding mountain road, but we had no idea whether we were actually on the right track to our destination. Every turn we took we saw nothing but mountains and not the slightest peek of any civilization. . . .
I have been seeing images of Wadi Rum all over social media and given my love for deserts in general, I knew we had to include it on our itinerary. The landscape of this Valley of the Moon, as it is known in Arabic, exceeded my expectations on all levels. To better understand what the place is really all about, imagine yourself a thousand years ago, in a land where nomadic herders rule the land and a caravan of brightly dressed camels appears on the horizon at any given time. . . .
Whenever I think of travel, my mind always goes to the people I meet along the way. The kind stranger on the street in Beirut helping me with directions. The beautiful barista in a hip coffee shop in Chile chatting about local attractions. The children playing in their front yard in a village in Cuba, letting me take their photos. The people I meet during my travels are what makes the journey real special to me. . . .