Desert escapade

"The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names... Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape."
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

Ohad found a place in the Negev with little mud huts on sand dunes about an hours and a half from tel aviv and we decided to do a little family escapade before the holidays to get some quiet.

There is something magical about getting to a place where the only sound you hear is the noise of the wind on the sunroof and where there is strictly nothing else to do than relaxing. So that's what we did.

We walked to a nearby hill to admire the view, saw beautiful sunsets, sunrises and starry skies, ate, slept, rocked in the hammock, read, made a bone fire and watched the camels graze.

Going to the desert is like a meditation. The sky just seems so much wider than elsewhere and there is a soothing softness about the colors. I have always been attracted to the desert. It's a place that fills my soul with deep peace and i always wish, i could stay a little longer even though i never do...