Enjoying another long weekend – not because of snow al-hamdoulillah. This is our last double weekend – considering that there is only 3 weeks left of the course and we don’t have that much homework at all for Sunday, it’s not to bad.
So as you can probably guess, the snow that was predicted did not eventuate – there was a little accompanied by a lot of hail and rain. The pics below are of the fog in the morning when we were walking to class – visibility was really low, the bread shop didn’t even open so I went hungry (no breakfast L).
So the week has been relatively normal, just studying and whatnot… Class has been more relaxed since the mid-term, apparently everything from now to the end is more revision… We haven’t got our marks back for the mid-term yet, but when asked about it the teachers don’t sound very positive at all – some (I think most) are considering a resit, especially the students here on scholarship because their marks go back to their unis. Anyway, we’ll see, probably get them back on Sunday. So anyway, we dressed up, which was a feat being that it was so cold we still needed to be wearing layers of thermals (I know it’s hard to imagine, but it’s true) and went to dinner at a really nice Thai restaurant – where the beef red curry tasted just like Thai Hutt in Bankstown, but the sizzling chicken was heaps better. Initially we were going to have Italian, but we couldn’t find the place – which I’m kind of happy about because I can make pasta and pizza at home. After dinner, we went to a place called Gerard’s which had about 30 flavours of ice cream (I got tiramisu and strawberry cheese cake) as well as some awesome crepes filled with nutella (of which I had one). They did coffee and whatnot, but when crepes are on offer…
When we were leaving Gerard’s, and were walking up to find a cab, I mentioned (maybe a little to loudly) what one of my flatmates looked like she was our Aunty (she was wearing more conservative clothing and she’s a little older) and she was taking us out in an attempt to marry us off. Apparently most of the Jordanians in Abdoun speak good enough English to understand, even though my accent because I said it as we passed by a table of young blokes in another restaurant who seemed to think my comment was hilariously funny. Quite embarrassing – as I’m not sure that they would have understood the sarcasm. Our way home was not a fabulous adventure, our cab driver insisted on speeding through Amman like a maniac, and he was literally falling asleep at the wheel – every time he looked like he was going to nod off (i.e. eyelids were drooping and head dropped a little) I started to cough really loudly. So I guess your wondering why we didn’t just get out and find another cab? Just look back to my first or second post in
Umm KJ: I was looking at photos of one of my flatmates nieces and subhan’allah she looks exactly like KJ (about 6months younger though). Same eyes, nose (I know the NOSE!) and lips subhan’allah it’s almost freaky. The little one has a Fijian daddy and an Indian mummy – I always told you KJ looked Fijian-Indian. Where by the way are my photos?
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