Today was lazy (not much of a change, I know), but really enjoyable. I woke up around 9:30, got ready, and went with Fadi, Munia, and Munia's mom to take Munia's sister Seja to a school exam. After dropping her off, we drove to Fadi's hometown of Fahaz to visit his mother. I was so tired for some reason, and the conversation was entirely in Arabic. Normally this is fine, but it's been happening with such frequency lately (Arabic conversation) that I just start to zone out and think about something totally unrelated to the current situation rather than listening for words that I'm familiar with. Today I was thinking how the house in which Fadi grew up reminded me of my Aunt Charlene's house in Owego, NY. A strange connection considering I found myself today in the middle of small-town Jordan. During our visit, a vegetable truck drove by (yalla bandora! yalla khyar! yalla batata!) and we bought tomatoes and cucumbers. Welcome to my life. :)
After returning home (yes I really feel like I've moved in here), Fadi and I played with Munia's sister Jude while Munia prepared lunch: scrambled eggs, olives, lunch meat, several kinds of cheese, this garlic/pickled eggplant dish, apricot jam, and tuna with lemon - all eaten with this delicious pita bread.
I'm playing a gig for the Swiss ambassador on January 2nd with Fadi, Taraq, Laith, and Osstaz Mohammed, and we rehearsed for about an hour tonight. It was the first time I played since I became ill on the 17th. Yuck. I feel like I've been smoking a pack a day for the past month - really I couldn't breathe. I'm hoping this improves sometime in the next few days :)
It's in the 50's outside and it feels like winter. Really winter. What a change from Ithaca.
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