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all these thoughts flirt with the surface of my brain in public and are shy when i have the chance to write them down.
there is so much focus on how we THINK and what we DO that the true experience seems to be lost in the struggle to communicate.
my favorite part of the day here is as the sun is setting and the whole city relaxes with their feet up on upholstered ottomans.
we are up by 7am ammanian time, back to our rooms by 2 for lunch, napping by 230pm, up by 5 pm, out again by 6pm. dinner is late into the night on city sidewalks and around 8pm. we sip room temperature fruit cocktail smoothies under palm trees. chairs are politely pulled out and pushed in for the ladies whether their hair is wet or dry.
there is shop after shop in the city, and their keepers become like family because of all the mingling at the doors to greet and leer.
it's not so different here.
a hijaabed woman, the aunt of one of my class-mates, is 26, married, with 2 kids. she worries about looking old and getting fat. she overlooks the fact that i'm almost twice her size and sitting across from her at the table. she too checks her cell phone every 5 minutes for calls and texts. she has soft looking hands, a perfect manicure, and elegant cocktail rings on both her middle fingers.
a girl in my class wanted to go home the first couple of days we were here; she never wanted to leave our hostel. now she talks about moving here and taking classes at the local university. she's afraid to talk to people here and doesn't like the food. she doesn't want to be a muslim but wants to wear the clothing. she wants meat and then she decides she's a vegetarian all in the matter of an hour. she's engaged but has a plan B just in case.
arabic is a language that sounds pretty coming from mouths, and when english radio is on in a taxi it tastes good like comfort food.
today was the dead sea. i picked up some rays at the lowest land point on the earth.
i like the look of rough olive arab skin stretched over uniquely shaped fingers.
there is so much focus on how we THINK and what we DO that the true experience seems to be lost in the struggle to communicate.
my favorite part of the day here is as the sun is setting and the whole city relaxes with their feet up on upholstered ottomans.
we are up by 7am ammanian time, back to our rooms by 2 for lunch, napping by 230pm, up by 5 pm, out again by 6pm. dinner is late into the night on city sidewalks and around 8pm. we sip room temperature fruit cocktail smoothies under palm trees. chairs are politely pulled out and pushed in for the ladies whether their hair is wet or dry.
there is shop after shop in the city, and their keepers become like family because of all the mingling at the doors to greet and leer.
it's not so different here.
a hijaabed woman, the aunt of one of my class-mates, is 26, married, with 2 kids. she worries about looking old and getting fat. she overlooks the fact that i'm almost twice her size and sitting across from her at the table. she too checks her cell phone every 5 minutes for calls and texts. she has soft looking hands, a perfect manicure, and elegant cocktail rings on both her middle fingers.
a girl in my class wanted to go home the first couple of days we were here; she never wanted to leave our hostel. now she talks about moving here and taking classes at the local university. she's afraid to talk to people here and doesn't like the food. she doesn't want to be a muslim but wants to wear the clothing. she wants meat and then she decides she's a vegetarian all in the matter of an hour. she's engaged but has a plan B just in case.
arabic is a language that sounds pretty coming from mouths, and when english radio is on in a taxi it tastes good like comfort food.
today was the dead sea. i picked up some rays at the lowest land point on the earth.
i like the look of rough olive arab skin stretched over uniquely shaped fingers.