My brain is barely capable of blogging any longer!! Asif everyone for the delay (again) but naturally, everything has been crazy and I have been too tired to function. This shall be a short update of how everything has been going (crazy) and then I shall attempt to recount our Dead Sea weekend! All of this last week at JUST has consisted of its seniors' graduations. The separate schools within the college each had their own graduation day and so the air was filled with celebration and excitement every day of the week! When going into Irbid, we also caught sight of students with air-horns, hanging out of car windows, looking as happy as can be. It was exciting to be a part of their joy. Hoora to honking to your heart's content and feeling free. Mabrouk JUST people!
We also all went out to our cafe B-12 (It's ours now.) one night last week only to accidentally (it was fate) stumble into a huge crowd of people eagerly watching Jordan's qualifying game for the World Cup! In case you live under a rock, football (soccer for you Americans) is a necessarily extremely large deal in most countries that are not America. The cafe was filled with shabab who were singing and dancing along with their country's team as they fought for the winning title (Jordan has never made it this far in the complex soccer labyrinth of qualifications and things). It was awesome. We were extremely hyped, clapping along to the team song, yelling and laughing and living in the moment. As we should be. Jordan won and everyone went nuts. Suddenly, everyone was running into the streets of downtown Irbid in what was the greatest celebratory riot of all time. The girls of the group were potentially the only females on the streets at all that night. And it was absolutely, insanely cool to just watch everyone be happy together. There were flame throwers, flags waved, chants recited, more air-horns. Components of a quality night in Irbid. And per usual, we were getting a lot of attention for being Americans. It's possible they thought we were in Jordan purely in order to watch this football game and support Jordan. Which we were fine with. It was amazing. Towards the end, when we were waiting for our bus to arrive (and people were still celebrating), a hard-partying van drove by. We cheered them on for their efforts and, seeing that we were clearly not from Jordan, they stopped next to us, got out and all started doing the dabke! Some of the guys joined in and the swarm of people previously stationed at the center of the streets were all drawn to the commotion. Meaning that (at least) one hundred shabab were coming our way! They all crowded us, shouting about how beautiful the intertwining of our cultures were in that moment. It was beautiful indeed! Also, minimally terrifying. But, it was nonetheless one of the coolest nights we've had in the city, no question. After that, we all danced and had happy, party moments on our bus. Mabrouk us. We're Jordanians too. ;)
I shall gather my neurons and attempt to scribe the events of our Dead Sea weekend very soon! Shukran for reading and continue to have a beautiful day, wherever you are!
We also all went out to our cafe B-12 (It's ours now.) one night last week only to accidentally (it was fate) stumble into a huge crowd of people eagerly watching Jordan's qualifying game for the World Cup! In case you live under a rock, football (soccer for you Americans) is a necessarily extremely large deal in most countries that are not America. The cafe was filled with shabab who were singing and dancing along with their country's team as they fought for the winning title (Jordan has never made it this far in the complex soccer labyrinth of qualifications and things). It was awesome. We were extremely hyped, clapping along to the team song, yelling and laughing and living in the moment. As we should be. Jordan won and everyone went nuts. Suddenly, everyone was running into the streets of downtown Irbid in what was the greatest celebratory riot of all time. The girls of the group were potentially the only females on the streets at all that night. And it was absolutely, insanely cool to just watch everyone be happy together. There were flame throwers, flags waved, chants recited, more air-horns. Components of a quality night in Irbid. And per usual, we were getting a lot of attention for being Americans. It's possible they thought we were in Jordan purely in order to watch this football game and support Jordan. Which we were fine with. It was amazing. Towards the end, when we were waiting for our bus to arrive (and people were still celebrating), a hard-partying van drove by. We cheered them on for their efforts and, seeing that we were clearly not from Jordan, they stopped next to us, got out and all started doing the dabke! Some of the guys joined in and the swarm of people previously stationed at the center of the streets were all drawn to the commotion. Meaning that (at least) one hundred shabab were coming our way! They all crowded us, shouting about how beautiful the intertwining of our cultures were in that moment. It was beautiful indeed! Also, minimally terrifying. But, it was nonetheless one of the coolest nights we've had in the city, no question. After that, we all danced and had happy, party moments on our bus. Mabrouk us. We're Jordanians too. ;)
I shall gather my neurons and attempt to scribe the events of our Dead Sea weekend very soon! Shukran for reading and continue to have a beautiful day, wherever you are!
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