I took my kids and my parents to the site of the baptism of Jesus Christ this past weekend. Bart didn't accompany us, because as you might imagine, he was rather busy at work. Here we've been reassuring my parents that "everything's fine in Jordan!", and the day after they arrive things take a turn for the worse. Sorry, mom and dad. Our bad!
Anyway, they're here, so we're going to see what we can and eat all the middle eastern food we can find. Hence our weekend jaunt to the baptism site, just north of the Dead Sea, near the town of Bethany.
On our way down toward the Dead Sea, we encountered a convoy of buses going the other way, with banners and flags and men hanging out of windows. Turns out they were heading toward the protests, while we were going in the opposite direction.
This visit was much nicer than the first, back in September. Back then it was well over 100 degrees and painful just to breathe. This time around, the high was 67 degrees. And there were no flies!
We took a few pictures just to prove to the relatives that my parents did, indeed, make the arduous journey to Amman. Here they are, in no particular order.
That's the Israeli flag. And we don't have much of a zoom lens on our camera.
I've saved the best for last: Here are the girls, baptizing the new Barbie dolls their grandparents gave them, right there in the River Jordan. It was a solemn moment.