Week 1: Taxi drivers don't speak English

So, I've almost officially made it one week in Jordan. I've still yet to get hit by a car, or trampled by the (supposedly) insane riots going on in the streets. But I have managed to get lost trying to find my way home in a taxi driven by an Arab who speaks NO english. We went around asking about five different extremely nice people for directions. About 5 JDs and 30 minutes later we did manage to stumble into our apartment with ten billion Carrefour bags. On the bright side, the apartment is bangin'!! We have two sitting rooms, a dining room, 3 bedrooms, and two baths. Oh, and a shit ton of awesome chandeliers. I'm sure it would be super awesome if it were warm here and we could have ragers but, as our higher ups in the program have warned us, the arabs know everything and will tell her everything. So, the three of us have decided to not be branded as the crazy American whorehouse, and keep the parties on the down-low.

My favorite part of the city so far are the beautifully preserved roman ruins. You can't walk a mile in Amman without hitting something left behind from their very ancient past. The mosques and the call to prayer were also a pretty cool part of the city in the beginning, but now that we've settled in to our apartment and realized the nearest mosque is right outside our window, its not so appealing (and also a little creepy) and 5 AM every morning.

Everything is great here, and I'll attempt to keep this updated every week. Jordan is not like Egypt, and I can assure you they wont be barricading us inside or shipping us home anytime soon.