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When we got to Jordan I tapped, tapped, tapped on my new smart phone with the touch screen and pulled up the set date and time app. Jordan, Cairo, and I thought Alexandria too should have been in the same time zone, so I’m thinking I have the correct time. We get to our temporary apartment and there is a clock on the wall that is about 45 minutes faster than what I had on my cell and I thought, that can’t be right. So, of course we hear the adhan for salah and Ahmed goes off to the neighborhood masjid. When he got home he told me he asked several brothers for the time and no one seemed to have the same time and they didn’t seem to care either. None of the brothers had the correct time on their cell phones. We both wondered how did they get to class/work/anywhere on time if they had no idea what the correct time was/is. Finally, we were able to get online and I figured out what the correct time should be and put it on our phones.

Ahmed and I spent the first 3 days freezing our toes off at night and making plans that as soon as we could we would get to the store to buy heaters. Ahmed went to the large grocery store called Fataallah (it is like a Wal-Mart), but ended up not having enough Egyptian pounds to buy the heater and the new SIM cards for our phones. He ended up buying the SIM cards and we finally got in contact with our family and friends on, Friday, December 28, 2012. The brother whose apartment we are staying in called the house phone in the apartment that evening and told us that the air conditioning unit in the living room was also a heater! Finally, some heat in the apartment!

(This was originally written Saturday, December 29, 2012)

So Ahmed took me around the city today. I finally got my first glimpse of the Mediterranean sea and it was beautiful. Many little cafes were set up along the beach and if you wanted a seat you had to pay the guy who was running that area of beach. We just walked along the cornice and took in the view and the hustle and bustle along the way. On the way from our neighborhood we saw an entire heard of goat on the side walk and in the grass. The goat herder just had the goats walking along the street eating whatever grass and trash they found. He was walking with another guy talking and going on about his day. I just had to shake my head. There were goats of all sizes and colors, even though they all looked a little shabby. That was an amusing start to the day that unfortunately did not end up so amusing, but that’s a tale for another day.

So, we flew from Orlando to Chicago and because we missed our original flight we had to take a United Airways flight instead of American Airlines. The United flight was very small, but that was fine. The flight was only about 1 hour and a half. Our seats turned out to be across the isles from each other but a very nice lady offered her seat to us so we could sit together since she was flying solo. I ended up with a window set and Ahmed was in the middle. On the end was an older gentleman who it turned out had a real big problem. We kept smelling foul air. At first we thought it was the people in front of us, but it turned out to be our seat mate. He spent the entire hour and a half farting such foul gas that we had to turn our heads and cover our noses. Ahmed tried to offer him a sandwich I had bought at a Ruby Tuesday’s in the airport because it turned out to have bacon on it and he pretended like he didn’t hear Ahmed talking to him. He sat in that seat with a straight face reading a book on his Ipad while passing the most awful gas I had the displeasure of smelling. We were so happy to be landing in Chicago and to get off that flight!

Bad seat mate take 2! Take my advice, if you are comfortable in your seat don’t move even if the lady sitting next to you asks very politely and looks sad whilst doing so. On the Royal Jordanian flight we ended up in the middle seats that were four in a row. We were in the second and third seats. The end and isle seat next to me ended up not being occupied and I was happy about that because it as a place to put my sweater, pocket book, and Ahmed’s coat. The seat in front of me was not occupied so I had plenty of leg room in this sardine can they were calling a airplane. But, trying to be nice I agreed to switch seats so the sorrowful lady on the end’s friend/companion (whatever) could sit next to her. She ended up in my original seat with all the leg room and I ended up behind an semiactive child. I thought the guy who moved to our row was going to stay, but it turns out he just moved to chat for a couple of hours, have dinner with her and return to his original seat. She ended up with the empty seat next to her where she proceeded to stretch out, play different things on both monitors, and lie down to go to sleep. This was a hard lesson learned, but the next time I’m comfortable on a flight and someone asks me nicely if I would move over I’m going to say no. Eleven hours was to long to be uncomfortable and resentful of the non-English speaking lady stretched out sleeping next to you. Take my advice people, don’t change seats if you are already comfortable.

Yunus 10:18

And they worship besides Allâh things that hurt them not, nor profit them, and they say: "These are our intercessors with Allâh." Say: "Do you inform Allâh of that which He knows not in the heavens and on the earth?" Glorified and Exalted be He above all that which they associate as partners with Him!



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