Bedouin rush hour
Today we all piled in the truck and rode out on these rutted roads and found a few Bedouins chasing around a few hundred goats. They invited us to drink tea made of sage and sugar with them. We sat under tarp tents and Ilya and Gali spoke to them in Arabic. Four or five little kids ran around, shy and smiling. The boys thew stuff at the donkey to make him bray. It was hilarious for everyone except the donkey.
Also, I saw a camel.
Also, I don't want to go home and I'm having one of those "why don't I just chuck it all and go on the road" days, you know how you do when you're traveling.
Also, I think Ilya is my new hero.
The 40licious realization here is that you think you know your family, and then they do something super awesome like take you to the Bedouins to drink tea.