Hello! day before yesterday I met my peer tutor for colloquial Arabic. CIEE teams us up with local JU students (who don't speak the best english) so we can have an in with local students, practice our conversational arabic, and hopefully become friends. My Peer Tutor's first name is Nimr, last name Abu Rumman--literally translated to Tiger, Father of Pomegranates. Of course it's silly to think of it this way, his name is not unusual, it's just funny to note.
Our amateur arabic orchestra.
This little guy is selling Ka'ek bi Ageweh. Bread filled with Dates...delicious. We weren't hungry (since we'd already been munching throughout the shops of downtown) but with our peer tutors never passed up the opportunity to feed us.
Two good pictures of downtown Amman
This five year old in a town square quickly became my best friend.
On the taxi ride back to the restaurant where we "finished our scavenger hunt" we saw this car with a virginia licence plate in front of us. Our cab driver was an Jordanian who spent 13 years in Chicago, got married and has a little girl. Unfortunately he never extended his vacation visa and immigration deported him back to Jordan. who knows what his whole story is, but he was using phrases like "boom shakalaka" "fo sheezy" and "what's up my main man". He definitely threw us for a loop.
We met up Saturday morning at the CIEE offices and sat through a short presentation about the expectations for this peer tutor program. Fortunately for me, this is not a language exchange, we are expected to speak Arabic the whole time. Once we were done hearing about blah blah blah, we headed out of the building to catch a cab with our list of scavenger hunt items. One of the first things Nimr told me was "now the most important thing for today, is that we don't finish this list, this list is not our map to a good time"--I knew we would get along. It turns out he's the president of the business school's student government, super outgoing, knows everybody, and friendly as ever. Nimr was good friends with a peer tutor of one of my friends so the four of us stuck together to not complete the scavenget hunt. We ended up spending time in downtown Amman and some of the surrounding neighborhoods, here are some pictures:
Want some fresh Chicken, Turkey, Rabbits, Turtles? Where are the Animal rights activists...are the conditions american animals are in any better? who knows, they're not right on the sidewalk!
Our amateur arabic orchestra.
Want a blazer? It was silent back here, just a couple blocks from the main road through some alleys.
Two good pictures of downtown Amman
This five year old in a town square quickly became my best friend.
Paris Circle
On the taxi ride back to the restaurant where we "finished our scavenger hunt" we saw this car with a virginia licence plate in front of us. Our cab driver was an Jordanian who spent 13 years in Chicago, got married and has a little girl. Unfortunately he never extended his vacation visa and immigration deported him back to Jordan. who knows what his whole story is, but he was using phrases like "boom shakalaka" "fo sheezy" and "what's up my main man". He definitely threw us for a loop.
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