Jordan is waiting for you!
The Middle East. These tiny words can put a scare, a sense of discomfort, a trepidation in the hearts of many westerners. Listening to the news, Americans have been conditioned to distrust people in the Middle-East, and Arabs, people who wear kaffiyehs. As I got on the plane to Jordan, I wasn’t worried. I was excited! I was already living in central Turkey, not quite the Middle-East, but certainly not Western either.
We picked up our rental car, and after just a day in the capital, Amman, we hit the road. We’re not really city people, so we try to get into the country as soon as we can. We were immediately on two lane roads, occasionally stopped by some type of military-looking guards in random places. My U.S.A. unsureness came back to me and I was a little worried. The guard saw we were foreigners and in English asked us, “Where are you from?”
We never think to not tell the truth, “America.”
A hearty, “Welcome to Jordan!” was his response, and all the guards’ responses. In the villages it was even better. We were invited to tea. One man walked us all the way to the right road to Petra. We were met with wonderful hospitality, smiles, and frank curiosity.
We love Jordan!
Have you been to the Middle-east? Jordan? What were your impressions?