Nothing profound here, other than me getting caught up on some blogging. When we were in Jordan we stopped for a break at a little coffee stand that overlooked a dam. It was so green that it didn't even look like Jordan (to be fair, it was around a body of water and it was March so we hadn't hit the dry season yet). I don't know what started the madness, but at a certain point Michael began training Isa on the fine art of boxing. It was made all the more insane because we were on the edge of a pretty precipitous drop off. Clearly, the coffee was pretty strong.
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| The tentative beginning . . . |
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. . . and then shit got real.
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