Artistic Meccas

It’s late. I’m awake and wound up, my mind full of ideas and travel schemes (as usual!).

Naturally, all of this was triggered by the box of argeeleh that fell off my closet shelf as I dug around for a bicycle pump. It got me reminiscing on hours spent whiled away in noisy, smokey cafes along the streets of Jordan. Groups of us passing around the hookah hose, chatting as old friends, although we hardly knew one other.

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