For someone who doesn’t know how to swim, I hobble bravely; barefoot across salt-encrusted rocks and slither into the cool waters of the sea. It feels so slippery on my skin, like oil – but it looks as clear as daylight. There is literally only one family around and the only sounds are the ripples I make and the laughter from the children. I can’t believe I have this magical place to myself and in under thirty seconds I am on my back, floating involuntarily along the shoreline. Excitement mingles with fear as I gaze up at the sun, in disbelief, I am floating in the Dead Sea.
Around me, the water glimmers in all shades of aqua and the mountains of Israel glow pink in the distance. A lone green sprite can, floats lazily by, the only other sign of humanity in this place and I find myself jealous that the can will end up in Israel, before I ever do.
I haven’t always wanted to visit the Dead Sea and float in its salty water. It’s not something that consumes one’s thoughts or plans. It just sort of, sits there in your subconscious memory box, piled up on all the wonderful things you hear and read about in life but may never get to experience firsthand. So, being here, experiencing the wonder of nature and the glory of Christ’s creation is a surreal experience for me. Words don’t seem adequate, but I will try anyway.
I began travelling in 2008 and have been to twenty countries since. Each one has been an experience like no other. Every time I see a mountain range, or walk through an ancient cathedral or marvel at a natural wonder I am humbled. It’s as if they’re looking down at me, staring me in the eye and saying ‘we’ve been around for thousands of years, we’re still here, and we’re still beautiful, who in the world are you?’
Travel has become my way of life. It’s how I originally discovered who I was, and is how I continue to discover who I am. While I have spent five years completing three college degrees, I believe I am truly educated because of travel.
I can see why the Dead Sea claims such healing properties, my skin already feels baby-smooth. Plus, floating is fun and my buoyancy makes me feel like a graceful swimmer even tough I’m pretty sure the laughter from the children was really their reaction to me trying to gain my composure in a very persistent sea. I chuckle giddily too, after all who would have ever thought I’d ever be here, doing this? Surreal, I tell you!