During our very second weekend in Amman, two long years ago, some of Bart's new colleagues invited us to go with them on a short hike through the Scandinavian Forest, just north of Amman. Fun trip, but we haven't been back since.
We have a 4-day weekend for Eid Il-Adha, and unlike the rest of Amman, we made no plans to go anywhere at all. So while most of our friends are in Tel Aviv, or Jerusalem, or even "just" at the Dead Sea, we are here.
We decided to take the kids back to the Scandinavian Forest for the first time since that long-ago weekend. We brought Yogi, too, and other than the one time that he took off down a mountain but then couldn't figure out how to get back up, he did pretty well staying with us. Of course, the shepherds and sheep that usually roam up there were gone. I assume they were all hanging out at the sides of the roads leading into Amman - Eid Il-Adha is, after all, the holiday when devout Muslims are supposed to buy a sheep, slaughter it and share it with the poor, all in honor of Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his own son for God.
(Aside: the story of Abraham might be my least favorite Bible story of all time. Seriously, God? How could you toy with poor Abraham that way? I'm 100% positive I'd fail that test, with pride.)
Anyway. We walked up. We walked down. We looked for scorpions (without success). We stopped for snacks. We watched the thunderclouds building up to the north of us. And we made it back to the car just as the clouds descended, bringing not rain, but an awful lot of stinging dust.
And that was our day.
Shay was the official photographer; here are a few photos, mostly his.