A day that started out with camels and goats …
A day that the veils are lifted …
A day that ended with colossal ruins …
Just another day on the Earth
We are here in the new Queen Alia International Airport of Amman Jordan. So far so good. I kept telling different people – the hotel guy, the taxi driver, the airport baggage guy – we are flying Royal Jordanian Airlines – they would all just kinda look at me funny, because once you are at the Airport, you realized Royal Jordanian is the ONLY airlines that flies into Jordan. Or at least I did not see any other planes from a different carrier. No exit tax. Cleared through immigration. All of the people at immigration were happy and smiling; however, the guy who checked us in on Royal Jordanian must not have been a morning person. He even gave me the wrong boarding pass, which I thankfully caught before I walked too far away. Little things like that turn into bigger things when you are travelling with two children. Ice cream cones at the McDonalds for $1. Not too many other things on the $1 menu in Jordan. Viena and Ezra are drawing princes and princesses. They are just laying on the ground of the newly carpeted airport. All the talks of Kings and Queens and Princes and Princesses finally registered in their head here in Jordan. Also helped that we see the Jordanian symbol of the crown everywhere. A very simple security check. I was expecting a bit more since we were in the Middle East. We did not see a single bicycle during our time in Jordan. Nor did we see anyone riding a scooter or motorcycle. Definitely a different place than SE Asia. We are taxing on the runway. Jet propulse. Faster and forward we move. Liftoff. Liftoff. We are up in the air. Flight. “We are up in the air – now we can play the games”- Ezra. We are finally in the air – flying away from the land of Arabia, of Asia – heading fast to Europe – our new world. Can we breathe easier? I know our parents are. I want to show Ezra from our plane the land below of Israel and Palestine and Syria and Lebanon – in hopes that one day he will return and find peace among the all the people. One day. One day. But on this day we fly West – West to Rome. Rome – a museum city. And so we walked around the museum of Rome and instantly forgot the Middle East. That quickly. And just as quickly for others who as soon as they arrived went straight to the bathrooms and changed attire from their Muslim clothes into the Roman clothes. No one at the baggage claim had on a headdress. No one. Quickly forgotten- just like that. Every way we turned on the Terravision bus ride into ROME from Fiumicino Airport we saw another building or structure or monument or ruins that needed just the few seconds that we could give on the bus. Feels good to be safe and heading into Rome. The line for the Terravision Bus was a little unruly since people had been waiting for over an hour for their bus from the airport into ROME. A good first impression of the Italian Fever. Some raised voices. Some hand gestures. Eventually we made it on the bus. The Terravision bus takes you to Termini Station. From Termini station we caught the H bus to Trastevere. Using Google maps imprinted on my brain we were able to navigate the narrow streets and find our host waiting outside our new place without the use of WIFI. The bells of the local church are ringing over 100 times. A Roman thing I guess.
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