Day three we drove down to Wadi Rum. We took a wee camel ride out to a tent in the desert filled with people and tea. Then jumped in a jeep and drove around the desert stopping at all the famous sites (mostly Lawrence of Arabia stuff). The views were breathtaking. Close to sunset we arrived at our final destination: our "cave" for the evening. Our tour guide made us a lovely buried dinner (chicken, vegetables, and rice) and sang us traditional songs around a campfire. We slept literally under the stars in the middle of the desert that evening. Also unforgettable!
I wondered why my heart was longing for the desert before, while, and after I visited. Pondering these thoughts, with the help of friends, I realized the desert is a vulnerable, lonely, life or death, spiritual, harsh, quiet place. At that time I needed all those things. My intuition was right in guiding me there at that particular time. I needed time alone, in silence to meditate on what my heart was saying to me. If you have not gone to the desert, go! There is something so special about it! While you're at it, read the Alchemist too!