It is weird coming to such a foreign place and feeling at home. As I walked up the stairs to the room I would be staying in, all these memories and feelings from last year’s field school rushed over me. It seemed like nothing had changed except for maybe I knew a little bit more than last time and knew what to expect. It doesn’t feel like America is halfway around the globe or that I spent a whole day just to travel here but here I am in Jordan again excavating. I hope that there are many more times to come and that this isn’t the last one. We are working outside of the same tomb as last year and just expanded the two by five-meter square we dug last field season. We are finding some water channels that the Nabataeans used to probably drain the run-off water away from the façade into a nearby cistern. It did rain the first full day we were here and there is currently plenty of water now pooled in the water channel, which hasn’t been used like tha...
It’s not so much what you believe in but how you live your beliefs that matter.