Saturday, June 25, 2011

Possible Dissaperrance.

We're off to the West Bank tomorrow, where we hope to go we'll have internet, but chances are we won't. Just an update.

We slept on the roof of my uncles house the night before last. It was great fun- we giggled ourselves to sleep at one in the morning under the stars!

Yesterday, we visited another uncle (I think there's five...) in a nearby town. We found a soccer ball in the yard, and because there we a bunch of kids, anyone under thirty became involved in a very fun dodgeball game, mainly because it was the only thing we could explain without speaking the language, as about a third of us spoke only english and the rest only arabic. It was crazy- we played till ten at night, and I have a quite bruised set of ribs. Mammud throws hard. But Amjad never hits girls.. which could be why I kept winning...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Every Two Arabs Have Three Opinions.

It's something my Sedo said, something my dad says, and something that's becoming quite clear.

It's the reason the is no official state of Palestine, it's the reason there's no word for plan, and it's the reason nothing was documented in writing until quite recently.

Also: Blanket Bread!
This is the remantns. It was a full round, and when we bought them (yes. we bought multiple.), they were warm. Mom immediately dubbed them "blanket bread".

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

What We Do.

Today, it consisted mainly of boiling tea over the remaining coals of a barbeque and trading stories about youngest boys sneakily eating chocolates.

At one pint, my cousin said "If it is quiet, Bahaa is doing something... If we cannot find the boys, they are plotting." She went on to tell us about one time when they put fire crackers under their mother's chair, and such other incidents. It reminded us of how truly good we are to our mother. Sometimes she takes it for granted, thou, and doesn't realize that even if we fight amongst ourselves alot, we're really quite well-behaved for four children.

City Cats.

There are stray cats all over Jordan. People here think of cats as people in citys at home think of rats.
We don't.

A few weeks ago, my aunt found a tiny stray kitten, and has taken it in.

Yesterday, we found a kinda-teenagery kitten huddled in a corner. We could tell immediately that it was hurt, because it's leg was stuck out and it didn't run away. A but later, as we waited (a common pass-time here) it moved, and I noticed it's tail had been chopped off. Its leg was to hurt for it to get up, also.

We had plenty of time, so I made sure it didn't run away while my mother and sister went to a deli to get it some food.

I feel like even such a small thing could make a pretty decent difference in the world. I feel like we're overall better people because we did that.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Tours. Don't.

We just got back from Petra/Wadi Rum/Aquaba.

The first bus ride- Our drive likes arabic music, and due to the speaker system, it's ear-blasting in the back and nearly silent for him. Soooo, we kept asking him to turn it down, he'd turn it off, then back on ten minutes later.

Petra... Was way to hot, and we had nary enough time. All in all, it was nice, yet, but not as much as it's cracked up to be. If I ever go back, it'll be in February, on my own, so I'm not limited in time or overheating.

Wadi Rum was gorgeous. I had cracked my toenail on the busride from Petra, so when we got there, we asked if there was an emergency tent somewhere, and this man told us to hop in the back of his jeep, which he had lost the key for in the desert and had to hot-wire it, and we bounced through packed sand till we reached a road, then rode to the village hospital, which was quite cute and quaint! The doctor put some glue-like stuff on my toe, which made it stop hurting almost immediately, and wrapped it up.
When we got back, there we rocks to climb and such. Bathrooms have overflowing toilets (if they have toilets) and there is urine on the ground. Tents are comfortable, but stray cats sometimes run out from under your bed... it's too dark to see your food at dinner, but breakfast (which the tour promised, then flaked on, so the locals provided) was quite good! We drank tea on high rocks and watched the morning sun light up the desert.

Aquaba was nice. If you swim in the read sea, watch out for the coral and sea urchins and jellyfish. My sister fell on the Coral, and got pretty scraped up, but that was minor in comparison to my mother's injury- she stepped on a sea urchin, and it shot about twenty spine-things into her heel. The spines open once the go in, so pulling them out would do more damage. To deal with that, you must burn the spines farther in with a cigarette, each spine. Then, after a few hours, or days, they will dissipate into your bloodstream.

The bus ride back was nicer- my aunt got the driver to keep the music off, but they did a open-mic instead, which was almost worse. We all crammed into the back few seats and played games, like Operator and that word game where you say a noun, then the next person says a noun that starts with the letter your ended with. We had fun, and the boys got some good english lessons!! We arrived home close to midnight.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Safeway: Now with tents and clothes and coffee makers!!

No, we didn't buy any of the above. Nor did we buy the tampons, so subliminally placed directly below the pregnancy tests.

We got taco fixings, and salad dressing, and flan, but we saw no tortillas, which was the largest reason for the trip. We have a very limited diet here- so far, falafel, lamb, pita bread (good, fresh just-off-the-cooler pita bread) humus, and yogurt.

Now, we are stocked with ramen and pasta, bread, sandwich fixings, carrots, and juice. One thing about the middle east- They have AWESOME juices, and stores dedicate an entire isle to the good stuff. There's a huge variety, too. We got some pineapple-orange-carrot and some pomagranate.
It's gonna be sad to go home and not have a falafel place every ten stores, have orange and apple juices, and have no fresh humus or pita.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Male Attier

Yes, there are restrictions!

My mother needed a fingerprint for something or other, and my father (who was the only one who spoke both arabic and english) was not allowed to accompany her because he was wearing shorts.

Seriously, the security guards wouldn't let him in, so he had to go buy sweatpants and they had to come back in an hour.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


I don't know if most countrys have bookstores like America.
But I do know that Jordan doesn't.

If you're looking for pens, pencils, or little kids (really-little kids) books, plunge on through. Also, have no fear if you are seeking a dictionary or something in Arabic. But I'm not sure what the wall of Arabic books are. Probably Qu'ran's and dictionarys.

However! If you want a novel, you are out of luck, my friend. Try the university bookstore in Amman- if you can find it. They have stuff like that.

But if someone directs you to a little bookstore on the street, you are being shepherded towards something quite different from what you are looking for.
Be forewarned.

Friday, June 10, 2011


I guess, When people described deserts, with all their sand, and pyramid-like piles of sand that are compacted into rock on the side facing the wind, yet just a dune on the other side, I never quite believed them.

To me, a desert was Death Valley, the desert I knew, California's own. To me, a desert was flat and dry and only as sandy as the beach parking-lot, not the actual beach it's self.

But today, I saw desert like in those pictures on the cover of National Geographic. I never left the car, mind you. We drove on by, past the sunset and Steel Center on one side, and the desert on the other, with houses appearing as thou they rose from the sand and towering dunes.

I was squished into the back of a five-person SUV, with two others in there with me, and three in the actual seat, two in the passenger seat, and my cousin driving with Ice Age playing, and the goal to make it back before dark. Yea, no stopping for the desert my cousins see so often, and take as a part of life. Sometimes, I'm really greatfull to be here, to see this whole new way of life.

Sorry, It's kind of hard to take a picture from the middle lane of a freeway, especially in an Jordan. I'll bring one sometime, thou.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Dead Sea

Don't go to the dead sea.
Don't you ever, ever go to the dead sea.

Maybe, If you really like muggy stiff stink and heat, go at midnight, for five or ten minutes.
But Never go there during the day.
And try to never go there at all.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Traveling In Amman

First thing first- it's way easier if you speak arabic.
Secondly- This is a taxi city. Plain and simple. It's a very spread-out city, so it's hard to walk around and be productive, but if you have the the blessing of an apartment near a marketplace, take advantage of it.
Third- Bargain. They say 5 dinars, you say three. But- this is only the shops that a) aren't selling food or b) resemble something of a flea-market stand more than a real store.
Fourth- If you do speak arabic, ride the busses- but not if you've got a time limit.
Fifth- don't drive.
Sixth- Rent an apartment, not a hotel room. But be prepared to have only one fork.
Seventh- love history. If you don't, Jordan very well may be lost on you.
Eighth- be a man. Women, cover your sholders and cleavage and legs. And don't speak.
Nineth- drink alot of water, and remember not to go out at day.
Tenth- The main meal is lunch- at four or five. Get up early, take a nap at noon.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

This Blog, and Me

I dream of this place to be a haven for crafters and shoppers alike.
Knowing me, it will be part that, and mostly not.

But, because I cannot start giving you tutorials and ideas and challenges right off, as I am halfway across the world from my home, my bedroom/studio, and most importantly, my sewing machine, I will start by telling you about myself. After I conquer introductions, I assume this will become a type of travel blog, at least for the time I remain way. (Was that really all one sentence?!?)[Wait, it's two. So there!]

The first thing you should know about me is that I'm young. It seems to me, at least, that alot of the crafty-sewingy-type bloggers (the other options being fashion bloggers [cool idea, but ick]) are older- married, have a kid or two, that kind of thing. I'm still in highschool.
And I'm small.
And the oldest of four.
And have been sewing since I was about 4. (mind you, thats hand-sewing. I wasn't allowed near machines untill, oh, 9? I've done a pretty good job of collecting them, since.)
And I'm a thrift-store addict.
And a sure-shot with a .22.
And fashion-obsessed.
And a hippie. (yes, I can be both, why do you ask?)
And a Californian.
And often a flake.
And a wimp.
And I'm the daughter of a gun dealer.
And a girlfriend.
And collect headphones.
And a crazy-ride lover.
And paint my toenails orange. Always.
And love mirrors. Yet hardly use them.
And I love chinese food.
And sushi.
And pretty much most things oriental.
And often henna myself.
And want to learn to belly dance.

Oh, and I'm Arab. :D
So, yea. Currently in Jordan, and will be until August.