|After Damascus, Amman looks disappointingly American, but I'm hoping there's more to discover under the surface.|
No problems so far, other than the wonderful stomach/digestive tract issues that have been dogging me for the past week. Nothing I can't handle though, and if that's all I have to deal with I figure I'm doing ok.
On the positive side, the grumblings in my abdomen give me something to think about as my orientation drags on. It's basically a cut-and-dry, black-and-white version of everything I've learned about Arab culture over the past two months in Damascus. The discussions are not exactly interesting—or entirely accurate, in my opinion. I'm glad I got the chance to learn it all the hard
way; that process was much more interesting, and I prefer it to having a whole set of preconceptions about the structure of Jordanian society programmed into my head from the start, which seems to be the goal this week.
Amman definitely doesn't resemble anywhere back in Syria. It is huge, unlike tiny but bustling little Damascus, and looks much more Westernized. Burger King, McDonald's, KFC, and Popeye's are all around; there's apparently even a Taco Bell and Starbucks.
I move into my homestay (yay!) on Thursday. My program's organizers tell me that a few members of my new family speak English, but inshallah I can make it clear from the start that I'm here to continue learning Arabic!