While staying at Feynan EcoLodge I was invited to see how bread in Jordan was made by a local Bedouin family. I have now learned a few words in Arabic but certainly do not know how to communicate.
But sometimes all you need is a smile.
Here Um Khalid invited me in with a warm smile to show me how she makes the bread I have been devouring at the lodge. It is this thin doughy deliciousness that she throws onto the heat with ease.
She then asked if I wanted to try but turns out I will never be a baker. Mine was thick and chewy – and not in a good way. After a few bites I could not pretend to enjoy it.
We had a lot of laughs and didn’t need to speak the same language to know I would never have a future making bread. Fortunately the children who were dancing around in excitement were only too gracious to take it off my hands.
I really wished I could have stayed longer at Feynan. It seems like such a special place. The family was so gracious and I was jealous when I heard someone had been here recently to volunteer to teach English at the school.
If only I had the patience to teach.