Offline Post from Jordan

* I wrote this offline before I left Jordan. I have just gotten around to posting it today *

Offline Post

I am writing this post now but I will not get to post it until I get back to the states. The hotel we are staying at wants 22$ US for usage of the Interwebs… I just don’t see it. Anyway I can get onto Facebook and the like from my phone, and I could type this entry on there, but I don’t want to fight with autocorrect trying to fix my intentional misspellings of words and constant uses of multiple periods…

Anyhow it has been a good trip. We have slayed the dragons that brought us here and documented how these dragons could be re-slayed should they appear again. We have also eaten great food and had some great conversations with the expatriates we have encountered here in Jordan. I am absolutely in love with the concept of “teatime” and wish we could bring it to America. Taking a break every day at 10 for tea, hummus, zatar, fresh flat bread, olive oil, and preserves is a great way to break up the morning. I plan on taking back some zatar and tea to share with the folks back home. If nothing else maybe we can institute teatime at my house, even if it is only once a week on Saturdays.

The funniest part of this trip had to be the night that an elderly Bedouin woman took up with my traveling partner during dinner. We entered the restaurant and ordered some chicken sandwiches and potato wedges through wild hand gesticulations and pointing. After we ordered the young guys running the front of the café indicated for us to sit. They spoke much more English than we did Arabic so they were asking us questions about America and what we ate and so on and so forth. We were having a good time and then the elderly woman appeared and we were having a great time. She came out into the food prep/dining area and started talking to the boys behind the counter and us. We tried to help her understand what we didn’t speak Arabic. I think she understood but didn’t care. She was talking to us and kept saying Americans, Americans and laughing and patting us on the shoulders. She couldn’t have been a day under 80.

We were watching the food be made and the guys were trying to get us to move to some different seats so they could corral her somewhere else. This was obviously not what the lady was wanting. She took her cane and wacked the nearest boy to her, and for an old lady she had a swing. She could have been at least a prospect in AAA ball. With that he left her alone and she pulled up a chair and joined us for dinner. She just sat there laughing and talking to us like we could understand. We were there nodding and smiling like we had a clue what was going on. We offered her some of our pile of fries and she declined. The boys brought her a Pepsi, which she would not accept until they told her it was from us and then she was ok with that. It made her even happier and she wanted to talk to us more. Finally she relented and joined us in our potato wedges and ate some salad that came along with our sandwiches that we were not going to eat.

It was an adventure we will not soon forget. Especially Ted, he tried to take her picture before we left and she brandished the cane ready to pop him with it. He quickly responded with replacing the camera in his pocket, and apologizing profusely. We all said goodbye and we headed back. Today we are getting ready to travel back to the states on a flight late tonight.

The other thing that has constantly amazed me this trip is the driving here. Ted has described drivers here as using the road to express the inner child or some such craziness. At one time there were lines on the road, they have faded, and with them the understanding of what the lines meant also faded. Drivers just move from lane to lane with no signal no mirror check, just a honk of the horn and they start moving. The fact that we have not seen more accidents is dumbfounding. The cars are like water filling every small unused spot of the asphalt. The snow that is falling today just compounds this. We have seen people building snowmen atop their cars and driving slowly to maintain their precarious placement, groups of teenagers stopping in the road for a snowball fight, and distracted drivers drifting all over the road because they are paying more attention to the falling flakes than the cars ahead. On our previous trip here the driving amazed me, but when you add in the snow it is almost impossible to describe.

Anyway it is almost time to go home. It has been a good trip here but I am ready to be back home.

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