I was driving home from work today and thought to myself, the water slide wasn’t the first (or second or third) time I did something that terrified me. I rode a camel. Yes, you heard me correctly, a camel.
I was in Israel on my JWRP trip in June 2012. Our day started off at Masada. After that was time to put on some dead sea mud and float for a while. Nice and relaxed from floating in the dead sea and now we were on our way to Genesis Land in the desert. 
To meet our forefather Abraham and Sarah for a meal in their tent in the dessert. But not before we had a camel riding experience. Oh yes, I said camel riding.
We were almost 200 women on this trip and everyone started to scramble to find someone to go on the camel with. I was not having any part of the camel experience. All I had to see was how they actually stand up and sit down while you were on their backs and I couldn’t see myself getting on (or off) a camel.
I watched as my friends and trip mates got on, went on their rides and came back. I took all their photos and everyone kept saying, you are next. Ah, yeah, I don’t think so. Wait, time for lunch, great – saved by the lunch bell. Whoever didn’t have a chance before lunch will get a chance after, great, not saved just yet.
After we ate the rest of the group had their chance to ride. Everyone said to me, you will go home and wish you had ridden the camel and then the chance will be gone. A really nice (and very fit) sister I met from the Montreal group said she would go with me. What the heck, when in the dessert…ride a camel.
Someone had my camera and there are many undesirable photos of me getting on, trying to stay on and going on my camel ride. I did not like at all. They smell, they snort and they are really not the nicest of animals. We almost went off the side of the road as well.
When it was over everyone asked if I was happy I did it. I am once again drawn to the water slide experience and the lessons I learned. This group of women were all experiencing a 
life changing experience. We all share that in common and there was a safety in numbers and in sisterhood. Funny thing is that I never did see or hear from the Montreal woman again after the trip. But for that short period of time she was sitting in front of me on the camel and made me feel safe and comfortable doing something totally out of my comfort zone. I will always remember that.
It is great when you go visit a friend in a city you have never been before. There are always hidden gems that a local knows that you would probably never otherwise get to if you were there on your own.
walk inside you are transformed into a land of pink. A beautiful fancy candy store filled with glass jars of decorative and unique candy, novelty items and sweet smelling treasures.
as that they weren’t too large so you could have one and not feel guilty about enjoying something so delicious. There were very decadent flavours like Turtle Cheesecake, Chocolate Truffle, Chocolate malt and specialties like Chocolate Salted Caramel, Peanut butter nutella and of course Pink Lemonade.
accessories. More accessories than you could ever imagine in one place. The booths are overwhelming. Of course they want to showcase the “ultimate” wedding displays which from a sales perspective I totally understand. However, “if” I was a young bride to be, coming with my entourage.
The entourage is a whole other part of the experience. Mothers of brides who want something different than the bride. I spoke to one bride who had just gotten engaged the week before. When I wished her congratulations, the mother very obviously rolled her eyes. Mother “not” approved, it appeared to be. Why bring her to a bridal show where you are clearly excited to be planning your nuptials if your family isn’t on board. That is something in sales you need to stay as far away from as possible – family drama. Every situation has it.
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