I hate being asked about my summer.
Not because I don't want to talk about it. I could talk about it for hours.
But people seem to expect me to describe in one word the six weeks I spent studying abroad in Amman, Jordan's capital, as part of a UNC Summer Abroad program. It's impossible to do, but I have 22 inches of text, so here goes:
A giant 'No Smoking' sign - naturally adjacent to a picture of the benevolent King Abdullah II - glared at me as I exited the plane after a 12 hour flight from John F. Kennedy International Airport.
At exactly that point, most of the passengers lit up. My lesson in Jordanian regard for signs finished, I moved onto Jordanian traffic.
That night, our group decided to look for a restaurant around our apartment complex. Enter the Jordanian traffic system. With crosswalks virtually nonexistent, there we were, 14 severely culture shocked UNC students frantically Frogger-ing across four lanes of speeding traffic as amused Jordanians calmly crossed the street, calculating perfectly the speed and stopping distance for each whizzing car.
Excited and intrigued, I slept soundly that night. Well, that is, at least until the 4 a.m. call to prayer - one of five each day.
Appropriately, the morning call to prayer includes an addendum to the usual call: "Prayer is better than sleep." Observing our weary eyes the next morning, our tour guide predicted that we would soon sleep through the morning call.
He was right. Adjusting to morning prayer mirrored my gradual acclimation to Jordanian society. "Asif" and "shukran," Arabic for "I'm sorry" and "thank you," became bedrocks of everyone's vocabulary.