We met this little girl, who was selling a tray of stones in Petra. Although neither of us spoke the other's language, we were able to "converse" with each other in languages foreign to us, peppered of course, with a lot of smile and laughter. As I was too absorbed in my interaction with her, I had not heard my husband calling me repeatedly from a distance. She, however, realised that and was drawing my attention to my husband by pointing at him...