Female in Jordan

I am starting to look like a Leffel groupie but I came across the new issue of Perceptive Travel online today and in it was a story by someone that I met on a press trip to Jordan last spring. Shari Caudron. Shari was so nice that she even shared her pistachios on the bus. Her story about getting a Turkish bath in Jordan was very well done and I urge writers and those that want to, click here. It actually is the only article about the trip I have come across except mine. Her resume is great and I enjoyed reliving the trip through other eyes.

Here is a tease:

It's an overcast spring afternoon and I'm struggling to move a ridiculously awkward backpack-on-wheels through a noisy swirl of families inside Jordan's Queen Alia International Airport. Yes, I'm cranky. Yes, I haven't slept in 24 hours. Yes, I want to escape the smoky airport into the fresh air as soon as possible. I glimpse an opening in the crowd, dart toward it, and smack right into a middle-aged Jordanian man.
I freeze. The man turns and looks at my face. Then down at my luggage. Then back at my face. Then slowly, his face cracks into a wide Chesire-cat grin. here is a link about her new book Read about her new book at www.WhoAreYouPeople.com.