Hello my lovely beobles!! (peoples but with b's) So like i warned you in my first post I am terrible at keeping this thing up to date but now you get a giant rant on everything that has been happening in my life!
You might be wondering what the title of this post is all about... you might be thinking man did she go to jordan and become a saltine cracker? Or maybe a sal teen but i doubt you are thinking that because what does that even mean? Welp, I don't want you to be in suspense any longer! I am living in the governate of Balqa! The biggest city in Balqa is Salt. Some people say we are salty but i like salteen better because lets be honest, who doesn't love those crackers? mmmm with some peanut butter! so good.
A lot of people (aka my mom) have asked me "what is a day like for you?" what is a day in the life of super awesome laura (the super awesome wasn't necessary but i just want to remind you that it is true.)? I get up around 930 sometimes before that because my body just wakes up, another reason why i hate my body it does stupid things like wake up before i am ready to be up. I leave for work around 1030 stop by the falafel guy, buy ten falafel, and eat these falafel on my walk to work. I get to work around 1045, drink some tea sometimes, sometimes not. Chill there until 4. I used to just sit there and not know what was being said or what was going on but now i play badminton or work on english lessons while not knowing what is being said or what is going on. Guys incase you didn't know Arabic is HARD! Okay so from there i walk home maybe get a bebsi or two (bebsi is pepsi but they don't have the p sound... it is a fun game to play, exchange the p for a b, like lebrosy or bimble or buke. leprosy, pimple, and puke. see it's fun!) from the dukkan. I go home chill for 2 hours. Then visit my landlord for 2 hours and am home by 8 to watch shows, movies, read, be online.
One important part of the culture is visiting people. I go to my landlords most nights but sometimes (aka once so far) I went to another home for dinner. Guys, they feed me like I am a line backer. They think i am on the michael phelps diet. Seriously to the point where i have this internal dialogue of "just breathe, you can do this. Don't puke. DON'T YOU PUKE! Oh god this is how I am going to die." So I am stuffed by the end. But also, i don't know why people want me over i am seriously the worst house guest. I come over don't really say much (because i don't know how). We stare at each other a little and then i eat your food... Worst. House. Guest. Ever. But they still want me to come back and chill. Maybe they like my face i don't know, it certainly isn't for my personality.
As the weather gets colder here they have this fun tradition of wearing matching track suits and chilling inside next to the heater (soba). You have not lived until you have been stared at by a tiny child in a track suit. Track suits are a BIG things here and sometimes they say things that make absolutely no sense. Like my friends host sister had one that was brown and then just said "cake" across the chest. Another thing that is fun here is that they have notebooks that have weird english sayings that are clearly not translated well at all. For example one said, "handsome is as handsome does" or another had a half unzipped jean jacket and in the unzipped part a naked baby on a blue satin sheet. I wonder what goes through the mind of the person who makes those. Like, "this notebook is missing something... i know! a naked baby on a satin sheet!" EUREKA! Mad funny.
If you have been on facebook, my facebook to be exactly, you will have seen picture of me and this metal box with eyes. This box is a soba, it is my heater, we have no heat besides this heater. So I may have put eyes on my soba and am now calling it sobot (fun fact: sobot is the plural of soba). I liked it because it is like robot but also soba... it's fun. But someday I will need the gas guy to change the gas canister and i can only imagine what he will say... i will let you guys know. Also i was trying to dry my underwear (no dryers) on my soba... yea they burned a little, whoops.
welp you guys i think that is it. I don't know what else to talk about. I love and miss you all.
xoxo
Laura
p.s. I want to steal the baby goat that lives in my backyard. Will update you on this progress.
You might be wondering what the title of this post is all about... you might be thinking man did she go to jordan and become a saltine cracker? Or maybe a sal teen but i doubt you are thinking that because what does that even mean? Welp, I don't want you to be in suspense any longer! I am living in the governate of Balqa! The biggest city in Balqa is Salt. Some people say we are salty but i like salteen better because lets be honest, who doesn't love those crackers? mmmm with some peanut butter! so good.
A lot of people (aka my mom) have asked me "what is a day like for you?" what is a day in the life of super awesome laura (the super awesome wasn't necessary but i just want to remind you that it is true.)? I get up around 930 sometimes before that because my body just wakes up, another reason why i hate my body it does stupid things like wake up before i am ready to be up. I leave for work around 1030 stop by the falafel guy, buy ten falafel, and eat these falafel on my walk to work. I get to work around 1045, drink some tea sometimes, sometimes not. Chill there until 4. I used to just sit there and not know what was being said or what was going on but now i play badminton or work on english lessons while not knowing what is being said or what is going on. Guys incase you didn't know Arabic is HARD! Okay so from there i walk home maybe get a bebsi or two (bebsi is pepsi but they don't have the p sound... it is a fun game to play, exchange the p for a b, like lebrosy or bimble or buke. leprosy, pimple, and puke. see it's fun!) from the dukkan. I go home chill for 2 hours. Then visit my landlord for 2 hours and am home by 8 to watch shows, movies, read, be online.
One important part of the culture is visiting people. I go to my landlords most nights but sometimes (aka once so far) I went to another home for dinner. Guys, they feed me like I am a line backer. They think i am on the michael phelps diet. Seriously to the point where i have this internal dialogue of "just breathe, you can do this. Don't puke. DON'T YOU PUKE! Oh god this is how I am going to die." So I am stuffed by the end. But also, i don't know why people want me over i am seriously the worst house guest. I come over don't really say much (because i don't know how). We stare at each other a little and then i eat your food... Worst. House. Guest. Ever. But they still want me to come back and chill. Maybe they like my face i don't know, it certainly isn't for my personality.
As the weather gets colder here they have this fun tradition of wearing matching track suits and chilling inside next to the heater (soba). You have not lived until you have been stared at by a tiny child in a track suit. Track suits are a BIG things here and sometimes they say things that make absolutely no sense. Like my friends host sister had one that was brown and then just said "cake" across the chest. Another thing that is fun here is that they have notebooks that have weird english sayings that are clearly not translated well at all. For example one said, "handsome is as handsome does" or another had a half unzipped jean jacket and in the unzipped part a naked baby on a blue satin sheet. I wonder what goes through the mind of the person who makes those. Like, "this notebook is missing something... i know! a naked baby on a satin sheet!" EUREKA! Mad funny.
If you have been on facebook, my facebook to be exactly, you will have seen picture of me and this metal box with eyes. This box is a soba, it is my heater, we have no heat besides this heater. So I may have put eyes on my soba and am now calling it sobot (fun fact: sobot is the plural of soba). I liked it because it is like robot but also soba... it's fun. But someday I will need the gas guy to change the gas canister and i can only imagine what he will say... i will let you guys know. Also i was trying to dry my underwear (no dryers) on my soba... yea they burned a little, whoops.
welp you guys i think that is it. I don't know what else to talk about. I love and miss you all.
xoxo
Laura
p.s. I want to steal the baby goat that lives in my backyard. Will update you on this progress.
This is a picture of a saltine cracker...
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