Goodbye, Jordan

Becca, myself, Khaled, and Zaid.

     Our last few days in Jordan were some of the best nights. Our new friends, Zaid, Khaled, and Mohannad took us out to a club called 51. In Jordan, all bar/clubs must be attached to a hotel to serve alcohol, and this was not an exception. Walking into the club, I felt totally at home. I wore a dress and heels for the first time in six weeks, and there were many girls in the same attire. It was fantastic. We danced all night. The next night Hala took us to an outdoor garden bar called Shaman Garden. It was really pretty and had a wonderful atmosphere. We spent most of our night there, and then we went to the airport to pick Andy up. He took forever to get out of the airport, and we later found out that one of his bags had been lost. While we were waiting, our cab driver bought us water and some mandarin candy. More examples of Jordanian hospitality. The people that we've met have been so accommodating and friendly. They've taken us shopping, helped us find a place to stay, and taken us out in their city. And we could not walk down the street without many calls of "Welcome to Jordan!" I feel that that may be the only English that some of them know. Either way, it's lovely to be welcomed into a country with such warm hospitality.  !مع السلامة