10:00 pm on a Tuesday night
View from our hotel room in the Old City
Don't you love that first morning view from your hotel room after you've arrived late at night in a strange city? Fingers crossed that something pretty is just behind the curtain.
Breakfast every morning on the rooftop terrace at our hotel.
First, let me say it was hideously hot and humid. My friend Leslie and I are Arizona girls. We get the heat--no problem. But high humidity is a game changer. Day one was spent roaming around the city to get a feel for it and looking for shade. Day two was spent with a private tour guide and keeping an eye out for shade. Day three we went to the New City, definitely preferring the Old City, and took our cooking class. Day four through six we finally got the hang of it--returning to our hotel at 2:00 and not venturing back out in the heat until 6:00 pm. We also finally got used to the constant aggressive selling techniques and just rolled with it, since avoiding eye contact didn't really work.
I loved these hard working people, the food, the art, the textiles, the mosques, the call to prayer 5-10 times daily depending upon which mosque we happened to be near.
Hot off the grill corn on the cob
Sweet watermelon sold in the streets for a late night snack
Tea, snacks, and cold bottled water delivered to your picnic blanket
Yay for shade!
And yay for this yummy drink - lovely little bits of pomegranate seeds
mixed with blood orange
The Blue Mosque
Just a smattering of pics for now--more to follow when I've come up for air!