الأردن

Jordan. Was. Beautiful. And amazing. The drive down was kind of a mess (we chilled for many hours with a twitching, coked-out cab driver who hadn't eaten or drank anything all day because of Ramadan) and the first night we encountered our first reallllllly sketchy situation in downtown Amman, involving the three of us being led into an alley and me being propositioned for sex. But the city was beautiful in a very different way from Damascus, with the houses of Amman layered on hills. Then on to Mount Nevo, where Moses was supposedly buried... the Jordan River, where Jesus' baptism was held, and where we were literally feet away from the West Bank... the Dead Sea, which which just frickin crazy, you literally could not sink even if you put all of your effort into it. That night we spent back in Amman with Dani (!!! yayyyy <3 ) and Myles' friend Andrew, who is the sweetest guy ever. Next two days we were in Petra, and the beauty of Petra is honestly beyond words. It is just a canyon with elaborate natural splits in beautifully colored sandstone, and then you turn the corner to see Roman tombs and palaces cut into the rock. I have never seen anything like it.

Now we are back in Damascus, and we all luckily made it into level 4 Arabic at Damascus U. The only bittersweet part about being back is that two of the closest friends we had here, Simone and Alice, both left Syria while we were gone. Startin to really bond with our family though, the two woman in the family are hilarious.