Lowest point

In the midst of all the issues, we decided we really needed to get away, for a few days at least.  So during Sukkot we headed for the Dead Sea.  The lowest point on Earth.  423 meters/1388 feet below sea level.  Just to relax, pamper ourselves a little.

We drove the main toll highway south – huge bunches of sea squills blooming all along the way – then veered off into the desert.

Camel sightings:  three.  (Didn’t see any on the way home, though…)

We reached the resort area of Ein Bokek, and found we had a great room at the hotel, with a big balcony overlooking the private beach.

We could also see half of the outdoor pool…

We went out for dinner our first night.  Thunder & lightning, wild gusts of wind and spatterings of rain, in 98F degree heat. We had a wonderful meal sitting outside, although we had to hold things down to keep them from flying away. The ice cream melted in the heat before we could spoon it up even as raindrops kept our heads cooled off.  Bizarre, but fun.

I spent almost every evening sitting on the balcony, mesmerized by the light show of lightning flashing across the desert sky, over Jordan.

We took advantage of the spa, too.  Within reason.  Swedish massage.  Shiatsu.  Reflexology.  Kidlet had a facial.  But most of the time we utilized the open facilities.  I wanted to see if swimming is an exercise that won’t cause me a lot of hip pain, and the hotel pool seemed ideal to check it out.  Shaped in a loop, with an island in the middle, it alternated between shallow and deep water,  so I could swim some and walk some around the loop.

I managed a couple of  “laps” once or twice a day, sometimes alone and sometimes accompanied by kidlet.

She actually preferred the hot tubs most of the time.  The indoor sulfur pool was less to her liking,  although the floating was fun.

But it was the Dead Sea itself that drew us the most.  The pure, hard salt underneath our feet wasn’t the most pleasant sensation

But our buoyancy in the warm water was relaxing and fun (until I tried to put my feet back down – I have to admit it wasn’t the most graceful display)…

The lifeguards do their rounds on boards, making sure folks are OK, that they haven’t been in too long, etc.

Where is partner, you ask?  Well.  She’s not really a water person, although she did go into the sea once.  This far.

That was quite enough for her.  She contented herself more with taking pictures and fussing over us being in the water all the time.

Of course, the Dead Sea requires a whole ritual, to take advantage of the healing minerals found in the land.  People come from all over the world to treat skin problems.  I chose 6am, before breakfast, and before the heat made it unbearable.  Step one, cover yourself with Dead Sea mud:

Cover everything you can, don’t forget between your toes.

Next, stand still for a bit until the mud dries on your skin.  Once it’s dry, and you feel like you’re encased in a giant body cast, head on into the sea to rinse it off, sending it back where it came from…

It makes the skin feel incredibly silky, almost as if one is covered in a rich oil.  And the feeling of softness lingers.   I brought some packages of mud home, but haven’t used it yet…

We didn’t spend all our time in the water, of course.  We did some strolling around the area, as much as I could stroll, anyway.  Eating out.   Some shopping for souvenirs.  And there was plenty of just kick back and relax time.  In other words,  KNITTING.   I took several WIPs along, but then decided to cast on for a new project, the Aim True socks.  The yarn has been waiting, the pattern has been first in the queue long enough, and it was time.

There were comfy couches in the spa, in the giant hotel lobby, in the bar…and I found many opportunities to try them out.  And got to chat with a bunch of interesting people from all over the globe.

The bar held a new surprise.  I discovered the vanilla mudslide.  I understand there are some variations in how it’s made, but this bar made it with rum, baileys irish cream, kahlua, and vanilla ice cream.  Seriously decadent.  Cocktails, knitting, and a wee lamb that kidlet found for me, what’s better than this?

Finished most of the first sock while there, but didn’t take pictures until I got home.

First sock is done now, working on the leg of the second sock.   But knitting time is scarce, so it’s slower going.  Looking forward to wearing these!

The time off down south was wonderful, and desperately needed.  No worries, no schedule, no demands.

I’m ready to go back.  Anyone else coming?

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2 Responses to “Lowest point”

  1. Esther Says:

    Sounds fantastic!! I think our next national meet up should be there.
    So glad you had a wonderful, relaxing vacation. And I love the socks.

  2. Courtney Says:

    Me! I want to go! Looks like a fab vacation. I love the socks, but dislike the references to difficulties in strolling. I’m thinking strong thoughts for you.

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