So I’ve spent most of my day reading about and dreaming about a place called Petra, Jordan where red rock canyons reach for blue skies and tombs carved into rock facades speak to the opulence of kings and queens dead for over 2,000 years.

Yes, I’m back at the books learning about ancient trade routes, camels, water collection in the desert and what three keen teens (Mabel, Tabby and Hugh) might find in this arid desert. Will they wear turbans? Will Tabby learn to speak Arabic? It’s been a good day.