However, God has blessed me with an amazing story and amazing experiences, so I'm attempting to get those written down. To what extent they'll become available for others to read, I do not know at this time. I'm currently focusing on my son and helping him shape up in a few areas that need work. In my little lulls, I'm going to write.
Here's a taste...
~The Souq~
Pungent. That would be the word I would use to
describe the air in the Souq. Walking
through the tunnel that led under the main road, I noticed a begger off to the
right with his feet twisted under him.
When he moved around, he used his calloused knees and hands wearing flip
flops to walk. Sewer smells mixed with
incense wafted through the air as we emerged from the tunnel on the other side,
entering what we called the Gold Souq.
There were many people walking around this evening. Men in long white Thobes holding hands as a
sign of friendship, groups of women covered head to toe in black Abayas with
children running around, friendly shop keepers selling glittery gold jewelry,
perfume, lingerie, fancy dresses, or cheap toys, and other westerners such as
ourselves. As we walked toward Salem the
Silver Man’s shop, I looked around wondering where exactly “Chop Chop” square
was located.
