Jordan arrived quietly and stayed longer than expected.
We came for places already heavy with expectation — Petra, the Dead Sea — and found that what lingered most was the movement between them. Long drives across open ground, changes in light, a gradual shift from carved stone to living cities, from elevation to depth.
Jordan does not insist on itself. History is present everywhere, but rarely isolated. Ancient ruins sit beside ordinary routines. Belief is embedded in landscape rather than announced. Even the most iconic sites resist spectacle once you step into them on foot.
What we experienced here was not a sequence of highlights, but a steady recalibration of scale — cities that have adapted and endured, places abandoned yet legible, and land that holds memory without explanation.
These posts follow that rhythm. They move outward from Amman, inward to Petra, and then downwards — geographically and emotionally — towards water, salt, and stillness. Together, they form a short arc, but one that feels complete.