tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88394694460732635802024-03-14T01:46:35.596-07:00Adventure is Out ThereAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-40180892992967139082013-07-04T21:59:00.000-07:002013-07-04T21:59:00.982-07:00Home.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We were told that we would come back changed and I successfully say that I have accomplished that. The beautiful, welcoming country of Jordan has changed me - emotionally, mentally, and even physically.<br />
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I can't put into enough words how thankful and appreciative I am of this experience. Though not for everyone, it is life-changing and eye-opening. From refugee camps, to the constat hearing of bombs going off in the distance, to walking the streets of Irbid, to the weekend trips in 5 star resorts - everything came together to create a beautiful and perfect experience. I could not have asked to share it with any other people. By the end of the trip, we all became great friends and even though Emily, one of the girls, is transferring, I know we will remain friends. You can't spend six weeks in the Middle East with nine others and not come back without a bond. One learns a lot about others when in such an environment as the one we were in.<br />
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The last week of the trip was saddening and I did not want to leave. I could have stayed for months. Life is slower and is just appreciated. People are happy and love life. They celebrate soccer wins in the streets and graduations by hanging out the windows of their cars, driving far below the speed limit on the highway, all while honking their horns. We were welcomed at every restaurant we ate at and every shop we entered.<br />
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If this trip has done nothing else, it has solidified my want to continuing learning about the Middle East. It is comforting knowing I have chosen the right region to study and more importantly the right language. Arabic is hard, but it becomes worth it more and more every day. I have gained so much knowledge about the language in the short span of six weeks and it is a rewarding feeling, knowing it will all pay of one day.<br />
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There is nothing I would have changed about this trip, except perhaps the length. The Kaitlyn who arrived left a part of herself there and came back someone different. This is what life is all about - having experiences that make you question everything. Comfort is safe and secure. I don't want comfort, I want adventure. I want to not know where life will take me.<br />
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I ended this adventure by celebrating my birthday in the company of my nine fellow students and two fantastic professors, sipping tea in the moonlight and talking about the trip. I realized twelve minutes after midnight it was finally my birthday on Jordanian time and I was so glad I was surrounded by amazing people for it. Even better was that I was able to travel on my 20th birthday, no longer a teenager, through three countries. I said goodbye to the country I fell in love with and headed on to London, where I was able to see the palace from the air. With less than an hour, we made our connecting flight and began the last leg of our journey: returning to the United States. I was greeted, quite surprisingly, at customs with a "Happy Birthday"and I was let on through with no trouble. Though six bags were lost out of the ten students, I lucked out and my bag was present. Though I had a heavy heart and it was hard to say goodbye to my friends after spending every day for six weeks by each others' sides, I was glad to be greeted by my mother, sister, aunt and uncle. It was sad to leave Jordan, but I know that one day I will be back, guaranteed, because a part of my heart with forever be in this country.<br />
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On Friday we set out for our last adventure at the Dead Sea. What was supposed to be a two hour drive turned into a longer one as our bus driver drove far below the speed limit and the bus sounded like it wouldn't make it several times. But we managed to make it up every hill every time, and it gave me longer to admire the natural beauty of the many rolling hills of Jordan. <div>
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On the way we (they, as in the rest of the group) munched on meat pies and cheese pies. I had a potato pie. A little spicy, but good nonetheless. Meat pies in the morning did not sound appealing to my stomach (and to be honest reminded me a bit of Sweeney Todd) and no cheese for me due to this lactose intolerance issue I hoped would disappear by now. I am having serious ice cream withdrawals. </div>
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We then sat inside a beautiful Church and it was very peaceful. They had monks chanting in the background (on audio, not actually) and I couldn't help but sit there and be comforted by the four walls around me. After growing up in church, being in this one brought me so much peace. It has been a while now since I have been, due to school and being in a Muslim country. So I enjoyed being able to spend even twenty minutes inside just sitting with my thoughts. </div>
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And then we walked up the stone stairs that were so skinny I could barely fit through the exit. But we entered the actual church at this point and we discovered we were able to climb the bell tower! It was slightly terrifying and it was a lot of stairs and ladders and small areas with severa people but all one had to do was watch their step and make sure they didn't accidentally grab the rope from the bells! At the top we were able to see over the entire city and beyond. </div>
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I'm very glad we stopped in Madaba. It was once part of the Holy Land and holds religious significance for many people. In my opinion, Jordan still feels holy, almost at points. Everything is so natural and the land is still the same and so much is preserved from the past. And the people and the culture and everything for some reason still feels so connected to a previous time. </div>
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After hitting up yet another gift shop (we have to be tourists at some points, not just students), we visited one last place: Mount Nebo. Mount Nebo is where Moses looked out over the Promised Land of Israel for the first time. When we looked out over the side of the mount, we were able to see the tree where he planted his staff and water sprung forth from it. There wasn't much to see. It was just the thought that we were standing where Moses once stood and that was enough.</div>
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My less-than-24-hour-stay in the Dead Sea was wonderful. Firstly, we were at the Dead Sea which is cool on its own. And second, we stayed at the Kempinski. Kempinskis are found all around the world in every major city (and even some non-major ones) and are 5-star luxury resorts.</div>
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Let me describe my first impression: we get off the bus and we walk through the front door and we are greeted with a cold, damp towel to cool off because of the temperature outside (it gets extremely hot in the Dead Sea, more so than other places) and then a woman proceeded to carry a tray full of a complete array of juices that we could choose from. If that's not service, I don't know what is. Unfortunately, now I have extremely high expectations from every hotel I stay in. Yikes. </div>
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When we got up to our rooms, the surprises just kept coming. Our bathroom was a palace in and of itself. There was a separate part of the room for a desk and mirror. And there was free baklava and and mini bar. Oh, and the view was amazing. </div>
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I decided to wait a bit before venturing outside, following a warning given to us by our guide, saying that the sun is very hot until about 5 pm. So i ate a light dinner (more like snack) and had the best margarita ever I think. They don't skip out on the salt there and it was fantastic. Then, I jumped into my bathing suit and headed down the the Sea to experience the floating sensation. The high concentration of salt in the Dead Sea disallows people from swimming or going under the water. So as soon as you sit in the water, you just float, with absolutely no effort. I wish I could do it all the time. Except the salt burns any cut or open pore or anything practically. But it was worth it, definitely. Then we went to the vase of mud awaiting the guests and put it all over our bodies. It has these magical properties that make your skin incredibly soft and it was a lot of fun.</div>
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And then we went to the pools. It was a hard decision, seeing there were four large pools, two of which were infinity pools. We hung out outside all afternoon and evening, watching the sun set over the Dead Sea from the pool. I felt spoiled but i we have been working so hard and so also felt like it was a reward that we deserved. </div>
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On Saturday morning, we woke up at the lavish Movenpick Hotel right outside the ancient city of Petra. We had another buffet breakfast and this time they even had Nutella. Of course, I lathered a thick layer of it onto my already chocolate-filled croisant and it was excellent. The perfect way to start off my day.<br />
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We left the hotel and we were in walking distance of the entrance to Petra. We walked in and past the booth for tickets in an attempt to get in as Jordanian students and it worked! So instead of paying $50 JD to get in we paid $1 JD. Which rocked. Now I have $49 to spend on myself. Perfect.<br />
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The walk through the rocks is over a mile long. There were men at the beginning who have horses you can ride into the city and we politely declined but a fight almost broke out because two different men were fighting over who we should do business with. Unfortunately, it made us want to do business even less. But the walk in was quite nice and we could go at our own pace, and take pictures, and just look around. It's pretty shaded because you are walking basically through a slit in the rocks and they hang over you.<br />
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We took many pictures in front of the entrance and even saw a bunch of camels! It was a great sight to see.<br />
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Although we couldn't actually enter the city in the rocks, we were able to walk around the outside and look into random doors and carved out areas in the rocks. And then came the hike that I was not expecting. You climb to the top of the mountain and look over the entire valley. And there are stairs built into the rocks - some by people and some were just there I guess. But they were uneven and some were small and some were tall and at some points there were no stairs, but just a flat surface on an angle. It was hot and I was sweating but we kept pushing forward and it was actually really rewarding. It was tough and every time we thought the end was near, it wasn't. But that's okay.<br />
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Instead of walking out of Petra, a few other girls and myself decided to purchase a camel ride. I wanted to ride a camel at least once coming to Jordan and I don't know how I feel about my decision. It was painful and camels have a mind of their own. And when they trot you just bounce up and down and they almost ran me into the rock walls. But it was definitely worth it to say that I rode one. And minus the pain it was fun!<br />
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It was a very long day but it was one of the best. It topped off one of the best weekends of my life. I love that I have stood in multiple places here in Jordan alone where some of the greatest civilizations and men have stood centuries before me. It's amazing to think that these have stood for so long and were so vital in the past. <br />
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Friday afternoon we drove for a few hours until we reached the desert where we would spend our evening. Before I begin, I just want to say I think this day may have been the best day of my life.<br />
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We drove through the desert, almost getting stuck in the sand at one point, until we made it to a Bedouin camp. They ushered us inside a huge tent where there was seating and we were served tea. It was the best cup I have had so far, and every cup here is off the charts. We were waiting until 5:30 rolled around because at the time we would hop onto the back of pick up trucks where there was seating and we would drive through the desert for two hours until sunset, when we would watch it from high up on a rock. I had been looking forward to this moment all trip.<br />
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We got back on the trucks and drove around some more. I stood up and held onto the bars and with the wind blowing all around me while I admired the natural beauty of Wadi Rum, I couldn't help but scream "This is the best day ever!"<br />
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We stopped at an area where there were these plants that people of the valley had once used to make soap. We tried it and it was so cool! All you have to do is break the plant into little pieces to release the oils, mix with water and rub your hand together really fast and it turns into soap! All natural too.<br />
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After, we stopped at a place where there was basically a wall of sand on the side of one of the rocks. And we got to climb it! Except it was a challlllenge. But worth it to get to the top and over look the valley. Getting down was the best part though because the sand absorbs all your movement so you can jump into it and not slide anywhere or leap down as I did and not slip or fall or anything.<br />
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As we left the camp, my professor asked our bus driver to pull over in a dark area so we may look at the stars. And it was a magical experience. I have never seen so many stars in my life. I felt so small standing the dessert with the entire universe above me. It was so clear that night that we could even see the Milky Way, which resembles a light cloud in the sky. It was almost a spiritual experience. It was nearly overwhelming to be able to see so much of the universe. I even saw a shooting star! I could have stayed there forever just looking up at the stars and constellations and the moon.<br />
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Being in Jordan has made me realize how small each of us really is and how much more there is to life than just what is happening around you.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-82552050893458463662013-06-16T03:40:00.001-07:002013-06-16T03:40:18.135-07:00First Time in Paradise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On Thursday morning we set off for a 3-day weekend to three different spots in southern Jordan: Aqaba, Wadi Rum, and Petra. Aqaba is a gulf in the Red Sea and it is so beautiful. The weather is always warm and sunny - every single day because it rarely rains here - and you are surrounded by crystal clear water on one side, desert on another, and then mountains frame the entire area. It is truly paradise.<br />
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It was a 7 hour journey from the north to the south with a stop for breakfast at a place called Hashem's. We had gone there once before on our trip to Amman and we decided to go again. They have the best falafel that I've had here so far and the best hummus. And their tea is also one of the best. Here in Jordan the only tea people drink is black but unlike in America, they only drink tea made from the top part of the leaf. Its the Lipton Yellow label in America. Anyway, so it is stronger and just tastes so much better. And they put a LOT of sugar in their tea here but its so good! I don't know if i'll be able to return to drinking tea like I used to with milk.<br />
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So we hit the road from Irbid finally around 10 am and we were on our way. You could feel the excitement on the bus. Everybody was very ready to relax for a few days and treat ourselves however we saw fit. Our wallets were full and our minds were turned off from school work.<br />
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We stopped in Amman for a bathroom break and that is when I had another first here - I had to pee in a hole in the ground. I have been waiting for the moment when I would have to do it. It was a struggle, but I figured it out and got the job done. Everything is an experience, is what I tell myself.<br />
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After a very long drive coupled with an inability to sleep on a bus, I arrived to the Intercontinental hotel where we stayed a very happy girl. I was finally here. We walk into the hotel and it is lovely. I have never been in something so nice! Our professors had told us they put us in 5-star hotels before we even arrived in Jordan because we deserve it and I was so glad they did. There were several pools all connected to each other, a swim up bar, a spa, a private beach, so many things! Our room had a spectacular view as well.<br />
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We wasted no time and went right up to our rooms to change into bathing suits and hit the pool and the beach. When you have less than 24 hours in paradise, you need to take advantage of every second. So we spent the afternoon hanging out in the sun, just relaxing. The Red Sea is so gorgeous and so clear.</div>
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It was also a time where we could reflect because it was such a peaceful atmosphere. I realized that I was in the same body of water that Moses parted in the Bible. It has religious significance and thousands of years later I can be in the same places mentioned in the Bible. </div>
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And so we slept and woke up early the next day, running on only a few hours of sleep. But we needed to make the most of Aqaba. We went to the buffet breakfast and it was phenomenal. After, we went back to soak up some more sun before we had to leave. A few of us went to the dock to sit further out into the sea. And bouncing up and down just watching jet skis and boats pass by was just what I wanted. I wish I was on one of the boats, but I'll take what I can get. And I can't really complain about these 20~ hours. </div>
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On our way out of Aqaba we stopped at a mall which was also known as China Town. I have no idea why. Inside, it was a mix between Christmas Tree Shop, Michaels, and Marshalls. Very interesting place. </div>
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And so, midday, we left with heavy hearts and almost tears in our eyes but also with excitement as we headed for our next adventure in Wadi Rum. </div>
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I cannot lie and say that the situation in Syria is not dangerous. It is. And it has become something of a reality for us students to hear the bombs going off at night. But tonight they have worsened. As one bomb after another went off in the distant, like the sound of distant thunder approaching, we looked at each other and realized with some small ounce of fear that we are very close to this war. We heard the boys rushing up the stairs past our open door to our apartment, heading for the staircase that leads to the rooftop. We followed and for the first time for the past several nights we attempted to look for any sign of the conflict on the horizon. After realizing that Syria lies in a different direction than we thought, we correctly turned our gazes to the North, to the border city of Daraa. Daraa is currently the city being fought over by the opposition and the Syrian government. But with the recent arms being sent over from Russia, the case for the opposition doesn't look hopeful. In fact, some people are saying that the government plans to massacre the entire city. That's upwards of 90,000 people. That is the estimated amount that has been killed in the past two years. And some expect that same number to now double because of this one fight. And a fight it will be. This is the city where the revolution began. It is the city were the protests started when around a dozen children wrote anti-government slogans on a wall and were arrested for it. People protested and some were killed in the streets. It is a symbol for the revolution. And it is very close to Jordan.<br />
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Today, we had intended to go to the border crossing once more, but this time to enter it, to be able to go as far as possible without actually crossing the border. We weren't allowed because of the recent battle that has begun. Some of the towns that are near the border have actually been evacuated for the first time, ever. Our professors said they heard that American military men had rolled through the city we are in, Irbid, around 8 pm tonight. Training exercises that have been planned for months began today in Jordan by the US military.<br />
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We are very safe where we are. The bombs are farther than I let on. But when we went onto the roof and saw the smoke billowing through the wind, we were startled at how real this is all becoming. Reading about a civil war for 2 years is one thing - seeing it with my own two eyes is another. I know what is happening a few miles north of us. But seeing a small part of the aftermath of bombs being dropped on people's homes with the intent of killing those inside, makes it so much more distressing and yes, terrifying. But it is an experience I wouldn't pass up. I am living through history right now. I am seeing refugees in cities, towns, and camps. I am learning how the borders may be closing soon, trapping those who want to flee inside the country that is killing them. I am seeing the economic burden it has caused on the country, and knowing not enough is being done to help make right this problem. I wish I could do more but I am just a student, a learner. And I am with people who also are so eager to learn. And in the end, what better way to learn than with reality. </div>
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On Saturday we ventured out on our first weekend excursion. This was a one day trip to Amman, the capital of Jordan, and to Ajloun and Jerash. Ajloun is an ancient castle that was built during the crusades in 1184 and it sits on top of the highest peak in the area, which is not only very hilly but also is surrounded by a valley.<br />
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This was my second encounter with an old castle, my first being Blarney Castle in Ireland, built in the 1400s. But nonetheless, it was very exciting. Castles are great. Especially in the Jordanian heat. Not surprisingly, the castle was very cool inside, the heat trapped by the rocks.<br />
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After we were done, we hopped back on the bus to drive to our next destination: Jerash. We were on a tight time schedule and despite the hills and small gaps between the cars on either side of the road, our bus flew. Like I've said before: if you can drive in Jordan, you can drive anywhere. You think the bus won't fit? Oh it can. Always. And I haven't seen an accident yet between any two vehicles here. Anyway, so we're driving and the city is so cool. It is like something out of a movie where people are chasing each other in cars of motorcycles or something. Its just alleyways and curving streets leading in different directions and hills and people walking everywhere. And the coolest part was that the houses are built into the hills.<br />
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So Jerash is an ancient Greco-Roman city. This was my first encounter with a site from ancient history and I loved everything about it (except the heat of midday, but at least my new sun hat came in handy). And to be honest, it is still in great shape seeing that it was built sometime before 300 B.C. and has lived through several earthquakes. Alexander the Great has walked where I walked. That is crazy.<br />
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The ruins are beautiful. There is a huge archway that is preserved and the other large part to the ruins is the amphitheater. It is HUGE. I've never seen something so large. We climbed to the top and we could see everything. People actually climbed this to watch theatre or some other form of entertainment. It was quite a climb if I do say so. But so worth it.<br />
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Again, we got back on the bus after a quick rest, some water and some shade. We were making our way to Amman. Amman is unlike the rest of the country. It is very modern and the shops are more westernized and most things for that matter. We went firstly to the top which is huge and has many stores and restaurants us Americans love dearly like H&M and Chile's and Pinkberry and the best of all, Starbucks. I treated myself to a grande caramel chocolate chip frappacino with a chocolate chip cookie on the side and it was just what I wanted. It was like dessert in a coffee. Everything in the stores was expensive since it was Amman and so we didn't buy anything but we set out to explore the city a bit by bus. They took us past the US Embassy which was very interesting. It is heavily armed with men stationed in jeep-like vehicles pointing there guns to everyone driving by. They even have signs saying you can't take pictures. It was sort of bizarre. But I guess this is a crazy time over here and so they need to be careful? I have no idea. It was a huge building and surrounded by a large gate and fence so I couldn't see much besides plenty of massive satellite dishes on the roof.<br />
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After the mall, we changed pace a little and visited a mosque. It is one of the largest in the country and holds an original letter written by the Prophet Muhammed to some important figure in history asking for peace. There was also one of his hairs that was held by tweezers and magnified but I still had trouble seeing it. And there was also an offspring of the tree he apparently used to sit under. It was fascinating. Whether you believe it or not is one thing but the idea of it is a whole other. What it means to others is fascinating. We were allowed inside the mosque, but we had to cover our hair, which I didn't mind actually. I did it out of respect, no questions asked (I didn't have a choice if I wanted to enter) but it didn't cross my mind to question it.<br />
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Being inside the mosque was very beautiful. And most of all it was peaceful. One of the most peaceful places I have experienced so far in life. We were there as the Call to Prayer began as well and something my professor had told me earlier came true: that no matter what you believe or how strongly, the call to prayer resonated through you when you are inside the area from which it is being projected. It was unbelievable It just fills you with good. And brings you closer to God almost, whatever one you believe in. It was a beautiful moment and I am glad I got to witness it.<br />
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After we went to a very famous street called Rainbow Street. it is very Western with all its shops and cafes. It even had a Nestle Toll House store. And when we began to drive away towards the restaurant we would eat dinner at, I was in awe at the sight of the outskirts of Amman where the houses are stacked into the hill, more so than in Ajloun. It was unbelievable! Just house after house, up and down the rolling hills.<br />
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For dinner we ate at this lavish restaurant that had fountains and tapestries hanging from the ceiling and was huge! So much larger than restaurants at home. The grilled chicken I got was fantastic as was the salad. It was mostly made up of cucumbers and tomatoes like many of the salads here and is drizzled with lemon it tasted like. Either way, it was just so healthy and fresh, like everything here. And I was craving watermelon, and just like that, they bring it out on huge platters. It is melon season here I've been told and I could not be more excited. Watermelon here is some of the best I've ever had.<br />
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This was a great start to our trips. This coming weekend: Aqaba, Petra, and Wadi Rum and I am so very excited.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-60368568095191837442013-06-07T15:07:00.000-07:002013-06-07T15:07:20.328-07:00(Almost) Crossing borders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday was a life changing day for me. My inner political scientist teared up as I realized that we were approaching the border to Syria.<br />
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Let me start at the beginning. Yesterday at 5 pm we headed out to visit the nearby town of Ramtha which is farther north than where we are. My professors had never been before and so we set out to check out the town and the souk there. I had looked up an article prior to going and someone was quoted as saying the town was "a ghost town." And that it was. We pulled in with our bus and there was hardly anyone around. It was so unlike the souk in Irbid where people are bustling around everywhere constantly. We got off the bus and were brought to a chocolate and candy shop that is owned by a friend of our guide, Ahmad. We enter the store and there are just bright colors everywhere! And so many different kinds of chocolate - and they were all chocolate from Syria! It was beautiful. I even splurged and bought a wooden box that came form Syria to fill with chocolate.<br />
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The city of Ramtha is predominantly Syrian to begin with, to my knowledge. But since the civil war began inside Syria, more have flocked to this city because it borders their old country. You could sense the change in the atmosphere almost. People stared more than they usually do in Irbid. They are most likely unused to our Western features and light skin. Children saw our cameras and wanted pictures. It's the simple things for these children who may or may not have lost everything to come here just to survive. They yell to us: "Soora soora!" Picture picture! Some of us oblige, but typical me I want to but I'm already tagging along as it is and so my professor tells me to hurry up so that I'm not left behind. We walk the streets some more but don't enter any of the shops. We just look for about 20 minutes and then hop back onto the bus to head out to our next destination.<br />
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Since we couldn't go any further in that direction, we headed back the way we came and we thought we were heading back to the university. Our hearts were heavy and we were all feeling something we have never felt before when it comes to current events in this region - reality. It was a sobering experience for some reason. But not as much as when we stopped outside of a gated area that we had no clue what the purpose was. And then we were told it was a refugee camp behind the walls. We were stunned. I could not believe we would go to the border and visit a camp all in one day. It was an experience of a lifetime and one of the greatest days of my life as a future political scientist. We needed to get permission from the guards first and so our fantastic guide, Ahmad came to the rescue and got us into the camp on the one condition that we wouldn't take pictures. So we drive in slowly - and no one is around. It was eery. We look to our left and it turns out that this area was once a factory, a textile mill. And apparently there are 3000 refugees being housed in each factory. Thousands of people and there was no sign of life anywhere. We drove a little farther down and there was one apartment buidling and we spotted 2 young men, a few children, a few women, 2 old men, and a couple security guards. There were UNHCR tents and UN stickers plastered on all the buildings. Life was at a standstill for these people. They aren't allowed to leave, as is the case with many refugee camps. They are only allowed to leave if accompanied by a Jordanian and must return.<br />
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As my first time in a refugee camp, I was a little surprised For one, I expected to see a bustling scene with people walking around and hanging out. There isn't work or shopping to be done. But instead there was silence. And the second thing I was surprised about, and later felt that I had limited myself intellectually, was the fact that this wasn't a camp with tents. Many of the camps I researched were filled with tents. I had not heard of something like this. I am glad I witnessed it however to expand my knowledge of the refugee situation. This camp was better off than most as well. Unlike the Zaatari camp, the largest in Jordan, where everyone lives in tents and life is harsh, and for some just unlivable. I thought to myself after we left: would I rather live alone with my family in a tent in a crowded, unsafe camp? Or would I want to live in a safer camp but crammed into one area with thousands of others? Many don't have a choice but I think I would choose tent life. I would rather have some privacy with my family than none at all.<br />
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Yesterday was an experience-filled day and I feel fortunate that I am able to witness this firsthand. I came to Jordan at an opportune time to study this conflict. This is a critical time in the Middle East and I am able to witness pieces of it. And at the end of the day, I have to acknowledge how blessed I am to have this opportunity to come to Jordan and to be able to return to my country when recently hundreds of thousand are not able to return to theirs. And I am blessed that I am able to get back on a bus to take be back to the beauty and safety that is this university. It is a stark contrast to the lives of many who live only dozens of miles north in the country of Syria, and even for those migrated here in hopes of a better life, but still find that life is a challenge. It is an eye-opening experience that we cannot take lightly. But I am thankful for the opportunity to be critically aware of a situation that is wrecking havoc in the region I have come to love in only a few short weeks. </div>
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This is the first sign of street art I've seen in my two weeks so far here in Jordan and I was thrilled when I saw it. It was in an alley way in Irbid that we just so happened to pass by. I love street art. It fascinates me. It appears from a secret world of secret people who are trying to send some message. Plus, this piece looks so much like the street artist Banksy's pieces. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and I had to stop and take a picture:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-48937207055146911582013-06-05T13:47:00.000-07:002013-06-05T14:10:23.334-07:00I can cook? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hellllllo again. This week has been busy but what else is new? I have just finished my first 300 word essay in Arabic about the Syrian refugees in Jordan. I consider that quite an accomplishment and I am very proud of myself! And for once, we did not have much other homework tonight so my roommate Vanessa and I decided to watch my favorite movie: Tangled. It is life-changing! Just ask anyone who has seen it and don't listen to anyone who hasn't!<br />
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Anyway, prior to watching the movie, we went to the souk again! It was a busy time of day - we went at 3 pm. But we were only there for about an hour and a half and a girl can do some damage to her wallet in that short amount of time. It gave me the opportunity to purchase more scarves. Now, Jordan and other countries in the Middle East are scarf heavens because many women wear the hijab here. Therefore, they wear scarves to cover their hair and neck every day. Lucky for me, this means there are entire stores dedicated to only scarves. HEAVEN. And even better, they usually cost about 2-3 JD which is about $3-4 in the US. I can deal with that price. I am already planning on buying in bulk and bringing an entire suitcase back with me. Okay, that's a bit much, but when I have already purchased 5... who knows what will happen. No complaints over here though.<br />
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We also went back to the produce section of the souk to buy some fresh veggies for our planned stir fry the girls and I were planning on making for dinner. I purchased 2 peppers and I paid 20 piastras (equivalent to cents) total. I questioned it as soon as I heard it. "Piastras?" I asked. "No, dinars" another boy joked. Life is good here when you only have to pay a fraction of a dollar for fresh fruit and veggies. I also tried a Jordanian slushy and my first response was "mmm sugar". They are very good here, perhaps more flavorful than the slush puppies I purchased from the beach every year as a kid (and still do)! Again, only 20 piastras.<br />
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It is also just very enjoyable to walk around the souk where so many people are all the time. On the way there I brought up how I always see many adults out during the day, whether it be women or men. And after some discussion, we came to the conclusion that young women and men, especially with degrees cannot find jobs. It is a terrible problem in the Middle East. It was a factor in several of the Arab Spring Revolutions. And we think we have it bad.<br />
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Speaking of education, there is one stereotype that I am very excited to claim as false: women are not educated in the Middle East. False. Women are just as educated, if not more. This is because men work and find a job because supporting your family or yourself is more important than an education for many men. But many women are in fact educated at the higher levels. The University of Science and Technology that we attend has more women than men, just like Conn does! Except this is a university for engineering, medicine, computers, pharmaceutical, and linguistics, among other subjects. It is safe to say that these are the smartest students - and women - in Jordan for the most part.<br />
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Anyway, in case anyone was wondering, I used the peppers in our stir fry and cooked I think for the first time in my life. And was successful. Just some basic ingredients of fresh peppers, broccoli, carrots, onion, and garlic with a little bit of olive oil (also their secret to long lives here) and it was actually pretty good. I rewarded myself with a large spoonful (or many) of Nutella. Which comes in a glass jar. Oh, Jordan.<br />
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It is 11:41 here. Perhaps I will go to bed early tonight. Jordanians do not sleep and I seem to have somehow caught on to that habit, going to bed anytime between 2 and 4 am every night. I don't know how they do it! Or right, their Turkish coffee and exceptionally strong tea here. Caffeine, caffeine, caffeine is their secret I suppose. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-19744156201106425552013-06-01T13:46:00.000-07:002013-06-01T13:46:01.260-07:00Goat Kebab Barbecue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This afternoon, we spent time with our new Jordanian friend, who we call Q (it is easier than his Arabic name). His house is just as lovely as Waed's and his family was very inviting also. <div>
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Instead of lamb, though, we had barbecued GOAT. That's right, within 24 hours I have eaten two meats I would have never at home. Do they even sell either of those at our local Stop & Shop? And this goat was fantastic. Wow. It was served on pita bread and a salad and it was so enjoyable! We just sat around and talked and ate - for 3 hours. 3 non-stop hours of eating lots of meat, meat, and more meat. Good thing I liked it! And I am a very picky eater who won't even eat hamburgers back home. Who am I?<div>
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After we ate our large meal, we ate a delicious cake with toasted almonds. And since it was Q's birthday yesterday, we celebrated with him and his family. But the candles on the cake were no ordinary candles, they were thick, half a foot-long sparklers. That makes candles seem so lame now. I don't even know if those are legal in the states though...? </div>
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So yesterday was an awesome day. We started off the day by sleeping in as laste as our hearts desired and did nothing for the rest of the afternoon. As 7 pm approached, we boarded the bus to venture out to my Professor Waed's family's house. It sits on top of a hill called Mother of the Wind because it is the highest point in the city of Irbid and it is very windy, obviously. First off, her house is gorgeous - fancy moldings and furniture, ornate decorations and most importantly, a lovely family to fill it.<br />
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Her family welcomed us students into their homes right away and fed us one of the greatest meals we will have on this entire trip. It is Mansaf and it is the national dish of Jordan. It is comprised of lamb, rice, and a cooked yogurt mixed with other things. Now, lamb is not something that is in my diet a lot, if ever. I've only had one experience with it when I was ten years old when I received my First Communion and I have not had it since. I thought I would never eat it again but here I am. And it was magical. I did not put the yogurt on top due to my lactose-intolerance, sadly, but it was yummy nonetheless. They also feed us a proportion larger enough for 5+. There is no holding back here with food. At dinner professor Muhammed's father sat with us and talked to us about his time in Germany. He told us how the Germans are the greatest Europeans (hello that's where I come from) and how when they eat, they clean their plates. And it reminded me perfectly of my family and our "clean plate club"and not letting any food go to waste. It was a nice moment to be reminded of my family in a country that could not be any different from where I come from, but to have a Palestinian/Jordanian man feel so connected with Germany after living there for 20 years, a place where both of my great-grandparents originated from.<br />
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After dinner we had another very special experience: we were able to relax and hangout in none other than a UNHCR tent. Yes, that's right, a tent given out by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees to the Syrian refugees, who sell their extra tents to the average Jordanian for money. So last night, we relaxed and drank tea while sitting on pillows inside a tent. It is a very ironic situation that we could enjoy ourselves so casually and comfortably while many refugees who live in the tents elsewhere are living lives under harsh conditions.<br />
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On a side note, the coffee here is only a few drops yet it is the strongest cup you'll ever drink (or that i've had so far in my life). And the tea is also different. They use a different part of the leaf here, the top which is stronger and so the tea tastest different. So I will be bringing some boxes home with me for all you tea lovers to try. They also put mint leaves and sugar in it to flavor it and it is so tasty. Ah!<br />
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So after we enjoyed our time inside the tent, we stood outside and looked out over the entire city of Irbid. No one even needed to speak in order to enjoy ourselves. Just being able to witness such an amazing view was enough. We were served watermelon for dessert (they serve fruit for dessert here a lot it seems, crazy right? Who needs sweets when you have fresh, organic watermelon).<br />
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However, suddenly we heard gunshots from the street and us students were so startled. Our faces definitely showed our shock, which led to Waed's family explaining that at weddings, people shoot gunshots into the air repeatedly as a way of celebration. It is a very interesting part of their culture, one could say. One part that I don't necessarily want to be around. I think that was the first time I've ever been around a gun shot. Many firsts here in Jordan! So we moved our chairs closer to the wall and away from the open area where Waed's wise father sat down with us and told us about life and the world, telling stories of people who live simple lives with little money and yet are very happy. Or how if we buy one coke here, it hurts someone somewhere else who needs to work to make the goods we want. He said at one point that there is a crime attached to every good we purchase because of the effects it has on those who have to make it. Later he told us how humans are the only species to kill for fun. And how we waste our health to make money, to put towards our health. So why not just focus on the basics of what we need in life to begin with? Food, water, family. He was very inspiring. He finished off the night by reciting a poer my Chaucer in Middle English. As a native English speaker I cannot even do that, and he did it without hesitation. He is a very intelligent and worldly man.<br />
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It is safe to say that it was a very memorable night here in Jordan with great friends, family and food. This trip would not be the same if not for my amazing two prfoessors, Waed and Muhammed. </div>
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Here is a list of things that went wrong:<br />
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<li>They clean the stair cases with water and we basically had to walk through/around a small waterfall to get out the door. My shoes got soaked. </li>
<li>We attempted to make dinner and spilt half a bag of uncooked rice all over the (gas) stove and floor. If it's being cooked anyway we can still eat it right? Yes. Also, it took far longer than it should have to cook and when we finished the outside was overcooked, but the inside was undercooked. We ate it anyway. *A side note: the rice came out sticky. Isn't that some kind of accomplishment?? </li>
<li>We don't have a can opener and so had to resort to using a large knife to hack away at the can. No one was harmed in the process and I wouldn't recommend it unless absolutely necessary. </li>
<li>While doing dishes my roommate Christine broke a bowl. The box said 6, we started with 4, and now we have 3. </li>
<li>Our toilet BROKE. It already flushed when it wanted to, about once a day, and today the handle came clean off. We can't flush our toilet.</li>
<li>The people are coming tomorrow at 8 am to fix it. We should probably be up before them and dressed. We don't have class till 1030. </li>
<li>My lunch bag became filled with ants suddenly this evening because I had a small chocolate bar in it. </li>
<li>We got assigned an essay at 930 at night, due tomorrow. *Luckily for us, this was moved to a due date of Sunday, however I had already completed it by the time I received that message. </li>
<li>We went to bed at 4 am, so the lack of sleep is really starting to make us delirious But it makes us laugh at things that aren't really funny and have a good time either way. </li>
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No matter what, I always remember that life is good and I am thankful every minute that I am here and have this opportunity. These will all be memories soon enough that I can look back at and laugh at.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865547893619648099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839469446073263580.post-53742288672758423482013-05-29T07:59:00.000-07:002013-05-29T07:59:09.037-07:00A Night of Dancing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last night the ten students and two professors got dressed up because we were going out - and by out I mean we attended a dinner and reception hosted by the administration of JUST. We were told we would be graced with the presence of the President of the university, however someone was sent in his place. No worries, less formalities I had to deal with. I was able to wear my beloved outfit of all black - black dress and black cardigan accented with gold sandals and a gold necklace. This necklace I bought in the other day from a Syrian, which was distinguishable by the goods he was selling - Free Syrian Army bracelets and flags. I loved the necklace and though I don't know for sure who he is or what is affiliation is with Syria, but sometimes I like to think I do my part to help someone out.<br />
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We were worried about the chill of the night (yes, that happens here, so why didn't I bring heavier sweaters??) but it ended up being of no concern because of the amount of fun that we were having. To begin, we danced and danced the traditional dance of the region (mainly Jordan, Syria, and Palestine) called the Dabke. It is a repeating set of steps that was not channeling to master personally. But the simple steps I was taking was no where near the effort it requires to do the more exciting Dubke. So everyone holds hands and gets in a circle and you go around and around until the music stops. You move your body with the beat of the music and just feel the rhythm But in the front of the line were these young men, students at the university, who fly through the air practically. The jump and squat and move in a way I could not imagine myself doing, especially in a long dress or skirt.<br />
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If you watch this link, at around 20 seconds you will see what I am talking about. This is not from last night, just a reference to see how cool this dance is.<br />
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We met out language partners last night as well. We will be paired with students at the university in the coming weeks to help us practice our Arabic first hand with other Jordanians our age. It was a great idea on behalf of whoever actually thought of it and I know it will come in handy.<br />
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Before we left and after we returned, I ventured out onto the roof of our apartment building. I am on the top floor and so the door to the roof is only up few stairs. It was a breathtaking view.<br />
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The second picture posted is to the north of us. The mountains in the back are the border between Jordan Syria. There is a town on the top of one of the peaks. We are not sure what country it lies in. There is no signal that from where we are that there is conflict just across those mountains. In fact, most of the time it is very quiet where we are. It is just hard to fathom that something so detrimental to a country and a population can lie so close to where I am, yet I wouldn't even know the difference. For my safety, I am glad. But for the intelligent part of my that is craving more knowledge about the crisis, I wish I could learn first hand. But I am in reality and so a news source will have to do. </div>
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This afternoon, my roommates Christine and Vanessa, and I took a walk around the campus because it was such a beautiful day out, almost chilly by Jordanian standards! We went to admire the library and it is the most beautiful structure I have ever seen. It is more of a colosseum than a place to study. We took a lot of pictures there and just walked around. So here are a few:<br />
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Yesterday we visited a souk which is an outdoor market. Picture vendors in New York City but just streets and streets and streets worth of them. You can find anything and everything there - and for cheap. It was great. I found some jewelry from a Syrian vendor who must likely fled from the civil war (he was selling Free Syrian Army gear). I also bought another duffel bag to use as a larger carry on because I know I will be bringing stuff home with me, especially for the prices items are sold at. So we walked around for a few hours, looking into all the shops. There are some things I cannot go home without, such as a new scarf. There are shops dedicated to the selling of scarves in Jordan (because many women wear the hijab here) and they sell beautiful scarves. However, on only my fourth day here, I couldn't bring myseld to spend a chunk of money already on scarves. I need to hold onto my self-restraint while here.<br />
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In the farmer's market portion of the souk there is fresh, organic (mostly) fruits and veggies and they are some of the best tasting produce I've ever had. Seeing all the colors lined up is such an experience in itself. They have barrels of spices on every corner, and the smell is wonderful. Everything is so natural and from the earth here. I wish this was the norm in the US. But the one thing I have to talk about is the kindess of the people in the market. The group of us would walk into a store and use the casual, slang greetings and people's faces would light up. They don't expect us to know such slang, as most people learn formal Arabic, or none at all. It is a great feeling to know that they know that we have taken the time to study Arabic to be able to communicate with the people of Jordan. It makes me feel like I am doing something right by going out of my way to understand, appreciate, and learn the language and culture of here. And with our Arabic we would be able to respond to the ever-present question of "Where are you from?" And we would reply with "Amrika!" and they would want to talk more than ever! To see Americans coming to their country and learning their language seems to brighten their day! And some vendors would even be so kind to give us free things, such as chocolate or grape leaves. We felt terrible but they insisted. So generous!<br />
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But one of the best parts of the souq was when we bought nan. It was my first experience with the bread and it was god-sent. So simple, yet so tasty and only a quarter of a dollar for 2 large circles probably a foot and a half in diameter. The bread stayed warm too, as we perused the goods in the market. Such a simple activity, but one that made us all so happy.<br />
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I love Jordan. The people, the culture, today's weather, the food. Everything. </div>
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However, nothing compares to the beauty of our first sunset here in Jordan. What a great welcome to a great country.</div>
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Family dinner at the Yemeni restaurant! They even serve Pepsi in old bottles. It is so yummy. <div>
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So I decided to start a blog... this is a challenge I hope I can keep up with. My journal just isn't cutting it on its own i guess. So today was our third full day in Jordan and we didn't have class because the weekend is Friday & Saturday in the Middle East. All us students slept late, due to a mixture of our professors seemingly energy-inducing tea and the heat of the day. Over sleeping is going to be a problem I foresee, because getting out of bed is HARD in this heat. Finally I got out of bed, as did my roommates with the intent on going to the gym. So at noon and the sun's highest point of the day, we walked to the gym, only to realize the doors were locked. (However, we later discovered that there were side doors that were unlocked) - so that was a bust. Instead, we did most of our homework and polished off the rest of the fruit salad. It lasted a day and a half - this is a problem. I need more fruit! Good thing we can get great tasting bananas, grapes, and pineapples at the market tomorrow, inshahallah.<br />
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We ate dinner at a traditional Yemeni restaurant and the food was amazing. Actually, the food in most places here (everywhere so far) has been great! Very different concoctions of food but wonderful nonetheless. The best tasting hummus you'll find anywhere with only the freshest of pita bread to accompany it.<br />
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The past 2 days we have spent our nights on the town at a hookah bar called B12. I wish there was something similar to it in the states. It is so chill and so nice inside! There are these beautiful hanging lanterns form the ceiling. And they make fresh juice there. I'm pretty sure it is pureed fruit, not squeezed, which makes it even better.<br />
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Other notes so far in the 4 days we have been here:<br />
- Our toilet broke but we fixed it with 2 spoons and some teamwork - don't ask questions.<br />
- Tips for living in a city: buy a broom and use it to carry grocery bags (thanks Vanessa)<br />
- Time is non existent here. Bed is whenever you feel like, probably sometime in the wee hours of the morning<br />
- If you can drive in Jordan, you can drive anywhere. With no rhyme of reason to anything people do, I'm surprised there aren't more accidents. Good thing we are in a bus and are bigger than most of the cars. Fear us citizens of Irbid. Also, there are apprently no rules when driving. You want to hang out the window? Go ahead! There's only 5 seats in the car? So that can fit about 8 people. Use your cell phone! Drive fast!<br />
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There isn't a care in the world here. It is amazing. </div>
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