An explanation for the radio silence and what we’ve been up to, over here. You’re totally forgiven for ignoring me and my double blogging, of course, but it’s nice to keep at least a faint illusion of this space as a separate circle of the good old Venn diagram of people I know.
We’re rapidly approaching a month in Jordan, which is alarming (in an overall good-ly way). I know how to walk to work, and where to buy non-UHT milk, and when the calls to prayer sound from the mosque near our house. I’ve eaten amazing falafel, and drank amazing Jordanian coffee at an Iftar dinner.
But everything still feels incredibly new, and I don’t really have my bearings yet. I scamper across streets that I have no business crossing, because I don’t know the best pedestrian routes yet (or it hasn’t sunk in that there aren’t any). I don’t know how to order an iced coffee so that it doesn’t come either black and burnt-tasting or full of UHT and syrup. I awake confused during the morning call to prayer. And I can’t cook anything more ambitious than scrambled eggs and pasta at home, because our supposed-arrive-in-ten-days air shipment is still MIA.
On balance, I’m enjoying myself. I’m sure that in a few months this will all seem easy and commonplace, but for now I’m just trying to stay on my feet.