Arabic is Interesting

Arabic ice cream: delicious. My attempt to get back into eating dairy is going really well, I must admit. I had some pizza on Friday, goat cheese on Saturday, and some ice cream tonight. Relatively little headaches considering the amount of time that has passed since I've consumed dairy on any kind of regular basis. The ice cream that I ate tonight came from a place called "Licky Licky", and was an interesting concoction... something along these lines, I do believe:

4 cups milk
1 1/4 cups sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch or sahlab
1/8 teaspoon ground mistika
1 teaspoon rose water

Mine had pistachios in it. A really large scoop for JD 0.70.

The hummos I had today is the best I've ever tasted. Ever. And the pita! Today I bought about 10 pitas for JD0.25. In the past few days I've taken to shopping at little side-of-the-road stands for produce. It's so fresh that I'm finding I'm buying more than I can eat before it spoils. I really can't believe how cheap and amazingly tasty the fruit is. :)

Tonight, Lisa, a music therapist who lives upstairs, and I went to Mass together about a 5-minute walk from our apartment. The Church is quaint and charming. Just small enough for a congregation to feel really snuggled into a Sunday evening Mass. Not too ornate. Two large pictures of Mother Mary. Really beautiful. The priest, Father Jacob, met us outside and talked with us briefly. After we walked into the Church and were about to sit down, Lisa told me the Mass would be entirely in Arabic. Though I knew what was happening because the Mass almost always follows the same format, I didn't understand anything verbally. I felt like a small child. As in, I knew where I was supposed to be and what I should be doing, but not how to respond. Even so, it was one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had in Church. It brought me to tears.

Tomorrow I am teaching a lesson and then having a quintet rehearsal (minus the bassoonist, who has yet to arrive in Amman). I'm excited!