After I discovered the Tel Aviv library as a warm and comfortable place to ride out the stormy days and my friend told me that I sound like a homeless person, it was time to leave the freezing community centre behind and find somewhere else to crash. It was only logical to check in at Abraham hostel, which would also be the starting point of one of my trips a few days later. This four-story building filled with dorms and common rooms, lacking only in sharp kitchen-knives, was the ideal spot to find like-minded travellers from all over the world, albeit I didn't. Having arrived sick, I was afraid to infect others and kept my distance, using the time to relax and to get ready for my trip to Petra with Abraham tours. I usually do not enjoy guided trips so much, but following every website's recommendation not to cross into Jordan by myself I reluctantly booked this one. I was worth it, although very exhausting. We left early in the morning and passed through the Allenby border crossing smoothly, the trip organizers having dealt with our visas beforehand. We spend the night in a Beduin camp next to Petra. Filled with delicious food, sweet sage tea, and tired from the trip we were barely able to admire clear night skies before falling asleep under our five blankets each, to keep the cold away inside the thin Bedouin tents. Petra, the next day, was mostly walking and admiring the colourful sandstone formations, from which the Nabateans carved their famous temple-like structures. Most impressive though was the local we met, living on one of the highest points, sitting in front of his hut every day, cooking tea and enjoying an incredible view. How peaceful that must be! We made it back to the bus in time and when we returned to Israel that day, I realized how advanced and modern this country really is compared to its direct neighbour.