The next stop on our trip was the city of Irbid, Khalid's hometown. Even though our host was not in town, we were scheduled to stay in the "nicest hotel" there. On arrival, we realized that the mosaic in the lobby was the nicest feature of the establishment. We smiled through the eventful night of scary accommodations which were close enough to the elevator that we heard every sigh and electrical fuse popping with each elevator run. Brett didn't sleep much, but we made it through that night in one piece.
When the sun came up the next day I looked out our window and was struck with the contrasts of Irbid. The beautiful morning sun brushed the tops of the buildings around us, but the filthy empty lot next to the hotel had all the remains of the revelry the night before where men had been sitting around open fires yelling and carrying on. A slanted shelf that was hung on the wall in our hotel room seemed to be symbolic in some weird way. As we walked out of the Al Joude Hotel, we knew that we would be able to laugh about this experience soon, but we were happy to be moving on to a better setting.
So there you have our first day in Amman. I will have to blog later about the continued adventures of the Kearneys in Jordan, but for now that is enough to relive. I have to say this was a time in our family where we really pulled together to create a positive experience for each other. Brett was superman as he forged through all the hitches that came up. Abbey was so brave and so strong to smile through all the culture shock and lengthy stares from the native Jordanians. Even I surprised myself as I continued to see the beauties around us and recognize the enriching experience this would be for us. I hope I can in some way communicate the complexity of this trip in these posts, because it is already helping me to see the layers of understanding that are required when you visit a new country.