An Iowa Girl in the Hashemite's Kingdom
"Yes, but it is best with the king." I asked her to repeat herself, not out of disrespect, but because my APUSH indoctrinated inner...
Float and Sea
I have now received three emails from the US Embassy in Amman. Yes, I counted because each one comes with a sense of officiality, of...
City Soup
Today in class, one of our Qasid teachers was running us through vocabulary words. The order in which my textbook expects me to add...
The Is and the Was
I don't recognize downtown Amman. I can guess when we arrive, the city's two skyscrapers aren't conspicuous land marks, but I don't know...
Learning Living
I am learning. Arabic, sure, I have class 20 hours a week and five willing teachers every time I walk through my front door. But the real...
Meeting Amman
Red-eye flights defy all concepts of structured time. We reached Vienna with brains jumbled and clothes rumpled. The terminal wait took a...
Counting Down
My life has been a series of unique moments: graduating early, climbing St. Peter's Basilica, spending Christmas Eve in a Whataburger...
An Iowa Farewell
For the next six weeks, my posts will be a plethora of Arabic signs and cityscape pictures, and, I'll admit, I am partial to locales that...
