Hey you guys (whoever you are),
I have moved, I found a better place to put my blog. I didn't like how difficult it was to post my pictures and how badly pixelized they turned out to be, so until I find a solution, my daily blog will be here:
http://exploringtheordinary.tumblr.com/
Please drop by :D
Day 5
Today, I had:
- Vocal lessons from my host brother and sister... my host sister said I was corrupting Arabic and for me to leave the house (jokingly); i hurt her head too much
- A wonderful luncheon with family = more foooooood
- A HAIRCUTTTTT (4 JD only)
Also, loving the randos that come by to our home. So far I have already met two cute men ;), one Turkish and another German. They are both new to Jordan and my host brother invited them over to our home for conversation and tea. Both are very wonderful men.
But a strange thing happened yesterday. I was having a very wonderful conversation with the Turkish man and he was being quite cordial. Very friendly/nice and in school to be a doctor. Then something bad happened. He was checking his next destination, because he was to stay with another man on his couch, when he realized that this man was Homo. He became traumatized and decided to book a hotel... that or sleep on the desert ground.
Why...? It pains me to see this.
Day 4
So I am all moved into my new host family....
The question persists in my head.
How can I experience, truly experience, my life here in Amman while recording it? I do not want to spend my hours behind the lens of a camera or a laptop... but if I do not write it down my qualifiers will eventually become reduced to "Oh, I had a *good* time in Amman"
I want proof. But how do you balance living that proof while capturing it?
Day 3
Is out.
Also had the greatest food EVER.
20 different plates to share between 4 people = happiest stomach in Jordan.
Day 2
Times past : times present
Hours are forced and pushed and made
Sleep short
Hooka and smoke
Beer and wealth
Slash always ask prices before you end up buying a 8 JD (12 dollars) can of Heineken.
Day 1
The saddest day in my life summed up:
10 kilograms deleted
+ 22 pounds taken
+ 6 kilograms forgiven
- 2 kilograms hidden
+ 3 pairs of shoes discarded
+ 2 pairs of jeans erased
+ 20 assorted items (coffee/creams/potions) obliterated
+ 1 book chucked
+ 1 small bag left
+ 1 coffee mug abandoned
+ forgotten items deserted
= me walking through airport check-in while wearing 4 coats, 1 scarf and 2 pairs of jeans.
This is what happens when you do not double-check information given over the phone. I had 41 kilos walking into the airport and they wanted 25. So today, I discarded ~25% of my belongings… 10% of it went directly to the man watching me throw them away. It is difficult not to feel disappointed though I know that material items are things and we buy/sell/barter/trash things. I know I’m supposed to be above them but when you spend years of your life accumulating things with limited budget… it’s easy to feel a little pain when you see them go.
Was it ignorant/unkind/shallow to think about the need for the airport to implement new weight rules? All of the baggage + passenger’s weight = total allowed. If they really want to keep the plane light and conserve fuel, why should I (@120 pounds) have the same limit as someone twice/thrice/half my weight?
