That in Jordan, a guy you are sleeping with is your boyfriend, but someone you are merely dating is your lover? I certainly didn’t, and this puzzled us for a while until we figured out that we were having linguistic difficulties. I am currently much more informed about the state of affairs in Jordan than I was previously, although I’m still somewhat confused, because my informant’s English is less than perfect, and I catch fewer of the fine details the later it gets. But that is one of the fruits of this evening’s fireside chat. (I am constantly amazed by the way people are so impressed by my firestarting skills. I only used one match, but I also used two sheets of newspaper, and the wood was dry. And they were impressed before they knew about the one match.)
I have also learned that Korean ramen-noodles-from-a-package are better than American ramen noodles, but also MUCH spicier. Isaac would like them.
Today we played ultimate frisbee barefoot in the rain, except for the people who played soccer barefoot in the rain. This was, of course, after sessions about the SALT policies, culture shock and coping mechanisms, and living with a host family, and small groups with people going to and coming from regions, discussing questions about how people interact on a daily basis.