Why I’d Prefer to Forget
Visiting the Dead Sea, Jordan
I’m lying on my side as if lounging on my bed, floating effortlessly in Jordan’s Dead Sea with a gorgeous sunset over Israel in the background.
I’m posing gamely for Mary’s camera, but my smile doesn’t come easily. We’ve been warned not to stay in the water– which is among the saltiest on the planet– for more than 15 minutes. But after about 15 seconds my skin is SCREAMING for me to get out. I urge Mary to hurry, my flesh feeling as if a million different nerve endings are on fire. The intensity of the burn only seems to increase with each passing moment.
Less than five minutes later I’m sprinting (awkwardly, given the fact that I feel like I’m floating in space) towards the shore and into the shower, frantically rubbing the mineral-rich Dead Sea water from my body. I’ve never in my entire life been so happy to see a swimming pool nearby.