A Reasonable Title

After almost three weeks of teasing from my flat mates and (dare I say it?) friends in Amman, I've finally decided on a name for my blog. It's inspired by the broadway musical showcasing a slave on a journey to win his freedom. Along the way he stumbles over what are supposed to be hilarious roadblocks from the viewpoint of the audience but horrible for him at the time in terms of achieving his goal. 


This is parallel to my journey in Amman. I'm hoping to gain serious freedom, but it's still really funny to watch.


Rather than blab about mundane life stories (which are reserved for those closest to me and thus those who are doomed to suffer the most), I thought it best to pare down to what's interesting. I want to share the best faux pas and blunders of both the American and the Jordanian--basically what I've deemed the definition of experiencing "foreignness." 


I'm currently wearing my pastel pink fluffy ear muffs drinking hot chocolate waiting the week of rain to come. Yes, I am in the desert. After the years and years of homework I have in store for me this evening I will tell all about being called "black," accidently asking for drugs at the schwarma shop and many more tales of living in Amman.


Here's my 'hood at sunset!

Ma'al-salaama!