"She liked getting hold of some book, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one."
It’s raining outside my window this evening. It never rains in Jordan, but today when we left the school building without jackets or umbrellas or fear, Danny and I were soaked within five minutes and all the cabs were taken. We walked along in the gutter saying “remember that time it rained in Jordan?”. My hair wilted and the rain sat on my eyelashes and sank into my clothes. He talked about a saying he learned in Arabic today: Yakhareb baytek shoo ohebaytek, “may god crush your house with how much I love you”. We talked about forming an existential Arabic club where accidental sentences become profound sayings. Our cab driver was named after the king and he guessed my age as “Saba-tosh” or seventeen. I seem to get younger every day in Jordan.
I just got really homesick for about five minutes. Everything is okay now.