I miss your warm weather and bright sunshine.
I miss your hills and beautiful wadis.
I miss the guy who was always herding his goats on the slope next to our hostel.
I miss my beautiful teachers at Qasid. I miss their spunk, sweetness and smiles--and their patience. Such incredible patience.
I miss how excited I'd get when a cab driver told me I spoke good Arabic, even though we both knew I was terrible!
I miss the adorableness that is Hanin and Nada.
I miss the guy who made my coffee every morning. I always ordered it medium sweet, but he always made it way too sugary! :-P
I miss the toothless Arab Christian mystical man who read my palm in his carpet shop in Madaba.
I miss Haneen and our dabkeh troupe. Except for those uber-hot afternoon rehearsals....
I miss Petra and Wadi Rum.
I miss all the camels.
I miss all the delicious fruit!
I miss the way every day felt like an adventure.
I even miss sneaking sips of water in corners during Ramadan (I know, I know. Totes haram.)
Probably shouldn't admit this, but I miss the cheap cigarettes.
Heck, I even miss the khalijiyyin! Sort of. ;)
Yes, Jordan, I miss you, and I hope I will be back soon. Inshallah. :)
Lots of love,
Erin
