San Rock Hotel Amman

... no one can play at home (probably this time will come right before I have to go home). It was nice to hang at Adib's, since I tend to hang either out or at my own place, versus someone else's house, and it was nice to see Bashar and Firas. Firas was working for the Jordanian company that Yahoo just bought out so of course most of the employees were let go and Firas had been a bit busy searching for something new. Thank goddess he managed to find another great ...

... yelling, and I do mean yelling, things like "every shirt half a JD," "three for one," "pretty for you." Did I mention they are yelling these things? I think I did. Yea, yelling...over and over again. Then there are all the smells because it is crowded and there is food mixed in between clothing and everything is just fragrant in a bad way. Finally, if loud, stinky, smoky market wasn't enough for my after party, it was probably 80 degrees outside...and only about half of the ...

... late for the museums are such but we did walk around areas that reminded me of Assisi a bit in term of how the homes were situation and built. We stopped in at a small church, St. George's Church, which is about 700 years old, and a very enthusiastic man gave us the whole neat history of this place. St. George slayed the dragon, you know? It is considered very holy because St. George actually appeared and continues to appear there and many miracles are attributed to him. There is a ...

... around 2:00pm...actually the same guy that tutored Jenica. I know, I know, where would I be without Jenica? No clue. Lost. The meeting went well and we decided to start meeting twice a week for 2 hours at a time until I can't afford it anymore, lol. Ahmed teaches Peace Core style so it should be good. We start next week. back home we started cleaning the apartment more. Annette made arrangements with Marjorie, our landlady's live-in housekeeper, and the cleaning ...

... Lmao. I also discovered it is actually sort of difficult to explain the phrase &#8220;dirty old man,&#8221; especially when you are asked &#8220;why only an old man?&#8221;<br><br>Then we headed to Shmesani. Their apartments are basement level so they were pretty surprised by our palatial crib. They met Devan and discussed her obsession with this book on Cocaine and then they treated me to dinner as a welcome to FoEME! So nice. It was frickin ...

... so the shop keeper gave me a free Arabic pop CD of Amr Diab Waiah. Then across the street from there is an awesome tea shop called Jafar where we had tea and split a peach nargileh. It was really evident to me that the restaurants and tea shops were coming to life since the fast had been broken (aka if-tar). Tons of men and women, young and old, local and foreign were at Jafar, women in skirts and women in hijab. A very cool place. It sort of felt like a place ...

... things. I went to a comedy show the other night with a friend and it was absolutely hilarious! One comedian was Jordanian, one Egyptian, one Malawian, and one Indian Canadian. Comedy shows have become very popular in Amman because it&#8217;s a way for the middle-upper class to break away from the conservative reality of their country. I went to the second show (out of two) and was blown away by all of the dirty, sexual jokes! It&#8217;s so weird to walk around the ...

... good English. But it did seem from numerous people telling us that the direct bus was not running. So I asked how much and the guy told me 65. 65! I was not having that, I said "65 JD?" and he said yes...so I moved on, looking for another bus. But I was brought back to the original bus where we found out something was lost in translation...it was actually 65 fils, I guess kind of like 65 cents, only in terms related to Jordanian dinars. Well Kristen and I were ...

... in the sea, until Tak dived for the ball and forgot to close his eyes, becoming subsequently blinded by the incredibly salty salt water! A wry smile came over my face. It had been such a fun and amazing day! WOW! We luckily received another hitchhike back to Amman with a Jordanian who had lived in France for 10 years a while ago, and wanted to practice his French. "Can you speak French?" he asked Tak. "Oui!" "Jump in then!" On the way back I said to Tak, "If Jesus performed his ...