No, you cannot always assume something on the table that looks yellow and spreadable is butter. Because, you know, it could in fact be cheese. WHICH- doesn't at all taste the same while trying to eat a pancake. You also can't assume pancakes are eaten with your hands because all the other food is.. everyone knowssss in Jordan you use a fork and knife to eat your pancakes. DUH.
Living like a local means accepting and embracing certain facts of life: infrequent, cold showers,no AC, constantly being lost, not being able to fully communicate with anyone, and being able to listen to some prettyyyy interesting political and religious views without laughing your ass off.
If you don't know what to say, use the two multi-multi-multi faceted words the locals here in Amman use: yanee, and kHallus.It work's every time!
Today was my first day of school! It was hectic, and awkward. How else. Amman is pure chaos- and not a controlled chaos, no, I mean, like actual chaos. People and cars are everywhere and they actually aren't trying to avoid hitting you, so don't be fooled- it's not like DC. I learned that today when a woman was trying to park- on the sidewalk- and was one foot away from hitting me ( but I took a pretty gigantic jump to the side to avoid the car- and I'm pretty sure more people noticed my jump than the amount of people who would have noticed if I actually got hit) Anyways, the city is going to be hectic, class is going to be hard, and the walks are going to be long, but, in the end, it'll be worth it!!!
It's REALLY awkward when people smile and say weeelllcommeee, when they are middle-aged men, because how do you know if they are sincere?? I feel terrible being a "rude American," but I'm clearly not going to say "oh thanks, where's the party? " SO, to all the creepers out there- you don't need to stare,I already know I'm a fabulous American girl. k thanks.
Best part of the day: driving through town when the Ganta Song came on in our taxi- ( I love you Chris and Sam <3 )
-Blond Girl Out
Living like a local means accepting and embracing certain facts of life: infrequent, cold showers,no AC, constantly being lost, not being able to fully communicate with anyone, and being able to listen to some prettyyyy interesting political and religious views without laughing your ass off.
If you don't know what to say, use the two multi-multi-multi faceted words the locals here in Amman use: yanee, and kHallus.It work's every time!
Today was my first day of school! It was hectic, and awkward. How else. Amman is pure chaos- and not a controlled chaos, no, I mean, like actual chaos. People and cars are everywhere and they actually aren't trying to avoid hitting you, so don't be fooled- it's not like DC. I learned that today when a woman was trying to park- on the sidewalk- and was one foot away from hitting me ( but I took a pretty gigantic jump to the side to avoid the car- and I'm pretty sure more people noticed my jump than the amount of people who would have noticed if I actually got hit) Anyways, the city is going to be hectic, class is going to be hard, and the walks are going to be long, but, in the end, it'll be worth it!!!
It's REALLY awkward when people smile and say weeelllcommeee, when they are middle-aged men, because how do you know if they are sincere?? I feel terrible being a "rude American," but I'm clearly not going to say "oh thanks, where's the party? " SO, to all the creepers out there- you don't need to stare,I already know I'm a fabulous American girl. k thanks.
Best part of the day: driving through town when the Ganta Song came on in our taxi- ( I love you Chris and Sam <3 )
-Blond Girl Out
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