Stories about getting here.
1) In the Toronto airport, the news was playing a story about a new crime epidemic to hit our north-of-the-border neighbors: someone keeps stealing exotic animals from zoos and returning them several weeks later. Currently a snake is missing.
2) Frankfurt airport is obsessed with the Finnish air guitar olympics. I am sick of seeing that clip repeated at me for 8 hours.
3) Customs are oddly semi-optional in the Amman international airport.
Stories about being here:
1) After really not sleeping for the night (I got here at 2 in the morning, in bed by about 3:30, asleep by about 5, then up at 8), went to the center of the city this afternoon. Amman is very-modern city wrapped around Roman ruins (everywhere) and is horribly hilly. I have to say that the hardest thing about getting around, other than not being on the top of my game, is that I kept beginning to speak in Moroccan colloquial whenever I opened my mouth. However, despite this slight hesitation whenever I started speaking, after a conversation or two I significantly improved at reverting entirely to speaking in formal Arabic. So, I may have sounded like a dubbed cartoon or Mexican soap-opera, but at least I figured out the language. I can't wait until I can get some Jordanian colloquial down and speak like a foreigner, but at least not a television personality.
P.S. For any of those concerned/ out of the know, my sister, Krystyna, is about to start her first triathlon. Just a reminder to anyone interested to make a donation that goes towards curing cancer (what a good cause) as well as helping her out. Check it out: http://pages.teamintraining.org/nca/nattri08/kwamboldt.
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