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Sorry I didn't post yesterday, we were out super late! Yesterday was the first day of Ramadan, which means all muslims fast (they don't eat, drink, chew gum, smoke, etc.) from sunup to sundown. There are hardly any restaurants open because of Ramadan, but after sundown everything this crazy and people stay out until sunrise so they can eat and drink and be merry. Most people who are fasting will sleep a lot during the day and then break the ...
... and am certainly not judgemental as I couldn’t think of a better place to be at the moment than with a cool pint of Guinness in an Irish bar. I wound my window down as yet another moron dressed in a traditional dish-dasher and a red and white patterned kheffeh head dress who stepped out in front of the car and I shouted: ‘feckin’ eejit!’ No response. Ah well! It was worth a try!!
Finally, we found a hill so drove up it, ...
... the most interesting for last, an American boy. So he graduated like two or three years ago from Tufts. He studied abroad in Jordan as a junior in Irbid. After graduation, he knew he wanted to work in Jordan, so he took an internship here, and then that internship turned into a job. That was two years ago. He works at an government watch company. I basically would love to have his life. He's really good at Arabic, and now speaks English with an Arab accent. He found ...
... which is apparently even more beautiful, though I do not know how that is possible.
When I first came back to Amman. I struggled quite a bit with being here. I wanted to go home, home, and I missed my family, friends, and normal life. I still do, but I'm doing a lot better now. I remember why I love Jordan, despite its faults, and why I love the Arabic language. It was so hard to not write half of this in Arabic. Sometimes the words are just better and describe exactly what ...
now it's what is carrying me through.
So much has happened I don't know where
to start. They say experiences like this change you, whether they
will notice it or not at home, I don't know. Whether a week will be
long enough to tell I don't know. It doesn't really matter.
There have been taxi drivers that have
not only tried to get a date, but tried to talk their way into
marriage - not even trying to hide the ...