Nadia Leigh's Wanderings
getting lost is not half the fun - its all the fun on my first day in the old city of damascus my photo ethic paid off, financially. When I asked people if I could take their photo they gave me appricots and cherries. on the evening of my second night when i was looking at a map in my travel book an older man came and asked me if he could help me. I told him I was looking for Al-Nafura (the foundation place) and he said he would show me. As we walked we talked and he invited me to him home to have tea instead of having it in the cafe I was trying to find. After a little hesitation I agreed. At his home I talked with his daughter and wife, drank tea and coffee and water, ate walnut and spices stuffed eggplant, and ate lots of nuts. I spent several hours in a georgeous 300 year house. the area where I sat had no roof and there were plants and vines everywhere. The original decoritive tile work was still in walls. A very nice family who spoke english very well. The next day i stumbled upon a shop owner playing the udd. Since then I have gone back to his shop 3 times, he knows me by name and even played the song I requested today.