Below you will find reflections on the movement that I experienced throughout the day.
Traveling.
My friend Natachi back home has a beautiful sign in her room that says “Not all movement equals progress.” Movement is such an interesting concept. Movement in relation to traveling is an even more powerful topic.
Camel Ride.
This would be my first time that I would be on the back of camel. I did not know what to expect. There was a moment during the camel ride that I felt like I was riding on top of cloud. With each stride that the camel made, I began to experience little pieces of joy. This movement from the camel propelled me to experience a joy that I had never felt before. Again, pushing myself outside of my comfort zone extended me into the depths of my happiness. Maybe this is progress.
Berber Village Home
When we visited the Berber home, I thought about the movement of the people who lived in these homes. Where do they go? Do they travel by foot, bus, car, bicycle? Do they need to move, at all? Moaz offered that the father of the household leaves the village and finds work in the city and often sends it back home to his children. The rest of the family remains home. With this movement that the father engages in, I assume that progress is made. However, when the rest of the country is crowding the city, it is hard to find jobs within the city.
Ferry Ride to Djerba Island
Jack turned to me and said “Wow, all of the traveling that we did today was completely worth it.” I thought about how we made different stops. Some stops for Josh to quickly go use the restroom. Some stops so that we all can use the restroom. Stops to witness the beauty of Matmata. A stop to witness the beauty of the Douz.
