Published: July 17th 2009July 17th 2009
Our favorite time of day
Dad and Kyle at an open-air restaurant in Amman.
We arrived safely after 26 hours of travel. Not as exhausting as it sounds and worth it so far. We flew out of JFK with only slight delays. Dad was seated next to a Palestinian woman and her 2 month-old baby. She was taking her new baby to meet his grandparents for the first time. Her husband is Israeli. He was able to fly directly into Tel Aviv and cut his travel time in half. Because she is not Israeli, she was on an indirect route. She seemed impressed that we had been to Palestine several times and she let dad show off his baby handling skills. Kyle and I slept.
After checking in, we immediately went in search of food. We walked into the valley to one of Amman's oldest restaurants. There was no menu. They just brought us their speciality...falafel, fries, pita, hommos, veggies and beans. The falafael chefs stood right in the middle of the open-air restaurant making falafel so fast it made us dizzy. Just as we sat down to eat the world's freshest falafel, the call to prayer began and we felt at home. We made the mistake of asking to photograph the falafel kings.
They suggested I get in the picture, so I drug dad to join me. The server with our camera kept directing us to "move closer, move closer, move..." the next thing I knew, I was standing right next to the chef. Dad was out of the picture! Each guy then took turns taking their picture with me, telling me how beautiful I am, and instructing me to "help" cook. All the while, my husband was just sitting at our table, shoveling food in his mouth, oblivious to the circus that is unfolding.
The weather is great and we are finding Jordan to be everything we expected so far. We've interviewed and hired a driver who will take us on our travels outside of Amman. Tomorrow, we head to Syria... Valeri, Kyle and Roy