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... massive, weighing 570 kg. It is 49 meters long and 33 meters wide. The grave of the biblical Eve is reputed to be in Jeddah. She was from Jeddah and was returned here to be buried. Perhaps the most spectacular part of Jeddah is the old center known as Al-Balil district. It is known for it's distinctive coral architecture and old souqs. The coral houses are crumbling badly and the area has been declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We met one of ...
... focus. Patience. Enjoy it. Share it. Love it.
On Middle Age: Man my hang-overs last like three days now unlike when they lasted three hours. My body takes double the time to heal when injured and I can't eat whatever I want and expect to keep my weight down.
On Teaching Grade Four Math: It's not that bad. Funny how I remember the same concepts taught to me when I was in Grade Four. I hope the same happens for my students.
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... a new feeling of connectedness.
Once we met a man that told us, „such a long travel like yours would not be for me, I need my work to feel I am producing something for the world.“ The man came across so self confident that it really made me question our travels. Are we wasting our time? Are we earning our keep?
I look back at many situations from my work where the employees complained about what could be ...
... fifteen minutes until I’m swallowed by a wave of exhaustion. I wake up to the commotion of the preparation for landing.
Just over 37 hours and I finally made it. I’m no longer sleepy but I take time to recognize how tired I am. I drag myself through the process of familiarization. I wait for this new arrival to push much needed wind back into my sails. Regardless of my state of mind, here I am and now begins Chapter Three of my epic journey: ...
... what to do. It’s my mom’s birthday today. I can’t wait to call her.
It’s always sunny in Saudi Arabia. I’m waiting for the sun to disappear. For the heat to subside. To sink deep into waiting pavement. For the cool dark night. Then and only then I will run the 13 km as I prepare to run a marathon in January. I’ll run along in the darkness past Mosques, unfinished buildings that radiate eeriness, police stations, and truck ...