Monday, May 11, 2009

First weekend in Jordan

I had a fun weekend! It was really nice to do something besides go to the hospital everyday...

Friday we had church. The ward is really nice. Well there were about 40 arabic speaking students from BYU so I dont really know who is actually in the ward. But my instructor, Elaine, is the relief society president so we're going to something tonight where we will really meet everyone. The ambassador is in our ward. THE ambassador for the US. Well, that might be kind of secret...he doesnt come to church for our safety but his family was there. We get to meet him!





Oh yah, yesterday we saw the pope. Vivaa Papa! haha, thats what everyone was yelling. And they played this song "benedictos (clap clap clap clap clap) beinvenido" ALL day. It has a catchy tune and Its stuck in my head all the time! It was cool because we were really close to him. There arent too many catholics in Jordan. They gave communion to EVERYONE. That took a long time. We all got sunburnt. It wasnt really a spiritual experience, more like seeing a famous person. Everyone cheered and clapped... But he said really nice things. He said women are sacred and special. He prayed for Jordan. It was good.


The Pope mobile

On saturday we got to do some tourist things! It was so fun. We went to Jaresh and Ajloun. I dont really have time to be a historian so you'll have to look it up. But it was fun. EVERYONE wanted to talk to us. We got mobbed like the whole day. They wanted to take pictures with us and speak english and stuff. It was fun. I felt famous. Me and another girl from the group were walking and we saw this family taking pictures. The dad was taking a picture of his two little children and the mom was holding a baby. We stopped and smiled and then kept walking. The dad came after us and said "you take a picture?" We thought he wanted us to take his pictures but when we walked over he wanted us to be in the picture with his little kids! haha, it was kind of random. The kids looked scared. But thats what everyone does. They just love taking pictures of us. They always want to know if we like Jordan. "welcome in the Jordan" "you like the Jordan?" I hear it ALL day long. Ive never heard the word welcome so much in my whole life. I like how they say it too. Like if I say "thank you" they say "welcome", not "your welcome" just "welcome". I like it. So I think it will be easier to just show you all the pictures when I get home becasue they all need explanations with them...but I attached a few just for fun. Theyre just from our trip to Jerash and ajloun.
posing with the cute family

posing with a group of girls who wanted a picture with us



walking an ancient rode
on top of Ajloun castle
posing on ruins





Today I was on the floor with the lady I like. The nusring director who let me lay in her office when I was sick and who always asks about the church and BYU. Her name is Naelah. I dont know how to pronounce ANYTHING here. Its SO frustrating!!! Everything I say they correct. Today I told this kid he said my name wrong. They say Karen with a spanish accent, so the R is different from how we pronounce it in English. usually I dont correct him because its his accent but I was feeling annoyed because he kept telling me I was saying everything wrong. So I made him say my name over and over again. He couldnt say it right. He said "its soo hard!!' I told him thats how I feel whenever I try to say ANYTHING in arabic. He was like "oh you switched the tables, I dont like it!!" haha. Anyway, Naelah took me into her office today to talk. There was a plastic surgeon in her office who she was talking to. The Dr was a woman. We were talking and I told her that I thought Islamic women werent really aloud to be so advanced in education. I was kind of afraid I would offend but they ask LOTS of questions so I just explained that I didnt want to have the wrong opinion of muslims. She said "this is a false things Americans think. They think we only keep woman in the home and they are stupid". She said I know lots of american women who never pursue education. Its true. I think in every culture theres kind of the whole...i want to say chouvanistic but I dont know how to spell it, I got too used to spelling things however I want in arabic... Anyway, I know lots of people who still think that way. But Jordan isnt like that. Saudi Arabia is more oppressive I think. But in Jordan the woman dont have to be covered and they can be doctors... Just so you know. I'm sure theres men who might feel different, but I know men like that in America... They told me I need to help americans not think all muslims were terrorists. We had a good conversation.


women at the hospital


Now I'm going to tell you randome things about Jordan. Showering here is kind of a bummer... The showers have electric heaters and we always seem to blow the fuse. One night we blew the electricity of the whole house. So cold showers are quite common. Freezing cold. But even when the heater works its STEAMING hot. like it hurts. So ice cold or steaming hot are your shower options. I hate it. its seriously so hot I just kind of move from side to side under it. I never just stand there. Just quick little swipes under the water. But I hate cold so much more. Also there are hills EVERYWHERE. I should take some pictures. We walk up about 3 hills to get to the hospital and 4 to get home. That doesnt include the roads that just have a steady incline. I had seriouse shin splints last week. But I need the excersize so its good. Everyone always asks if Jordan looks like how I pictured it. It does, accept the hills. I thought it was flat. It reminds me a lot of Greece. THe landscape and the food as well. baklava and olive oil and pita and stuff. I should send a picture of our street and our house. I'll try to do that later. We have a pretty busy week.


the shower

view from our front door

the entrance of our street



walking to the hospital



Well I love you all. I miss you. I miss warm showers. I miss speaking english and everyone understanding me. Let me know if you have any questions...
love Karen

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