Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I Walked Today Where Harrison Ford Walked*


 I just returned from an absolutely amazing trip to the south of Jordan. It was a 4-day trip, but classes start up again tomorrow morning. We had so many amazing experiences, which I have no hope of cataloguing fully if I want to be ready for class tomorrow, but let me get some high points:
  • We visited 2 Crusader's castles called Kerak and Shobak. My favorite was Shobak, the second one, where there is a wonderful secret tunnel leading from the castle to the bottom of the hill on which it is built. It took about 10 minutes to make the full descent, but it was thrilling to be in a real castle, and I may or may not have made several references to things like "The Chronicles of Narnia.
  • I walked through the Canyon of the Crescent Moon to seek the Holy Grail! All I have to say about Petra is, neither the pictures, nor the movie "Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade" do it justice. There's just so much to see, and it's so exotic and majestic.
  • I achieved one of my primary goals in life by wearing a turban made from a lovely Pashmina scarf, purchased from a lovely Bedouin grandmother in Petra
   Also, for those who are interested in olivewood Nativity sets, here is the video of the trip we took to the store where they're made. 
         And if you're not totally worn out yet, here's a really nice video from our very first trip to Madaba, Mount Nebo (the real one!), the Dead Sea, and the baptismal site on the Jordan River, courtesy of Scott Gemmel. (I'm the one in the large hat and the tiger shirt.)
* I have to attribute this highly appropriate quote to my friend and classmate, Chelsea Elliott

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Mother of Bullets أم الرصاص

  


    Pardon my late posting! We have had some internet problems the last couple of days, and this is my first opportunity to blog. To make up for my lateness, I am posting a link to a video that my classmate (actually he is the resident camera man for research purposes) made of our trip on Saturday. (I am wearing a pink shirt.) I am also giving you extra-large pictures, it seems---our -fixed freshlyinternet can only do so much:)
    I actually planned Saturday's trip (I am still trying to collect everybody's money!) to Mukawir (or Muwakir in Arabic--we keep mixing them up) and Am Rasas, which is actually a wonderful, still-in-the-process-of-being-excavated Byzantine village with magnificent mosaics, but its name in Arabic translates to "mother of bullets."
     Mukawir is the ruined palace/temple of King Herod, where Salome did the Dance of the 7 Veils for the head of John the Baptist. Here I am with some of the other girls trying to recreate the scene---we actually kept most of our veils on, but our professor still said the performance was worth several heads!

     Overall, despite the challenges, it was such a great trip! The palace is on its own mountain in the middle nowhere, and we took a bus to it and had to hike the rest of the way. Afterward, we hiked down into some of the many natural/improved caves where, as the story goes, John the Baptist was actually imprisoned.
     If you really enjoyed the last video, here's another one of the trip we took to Wadi Seer.

    

Monday, October 8, 2012

Modified House Arrest



       I have been asked to include more pictures in this blog, so I am starting things off with a photo of the BYU Jordan 2012 mascot! This is Bissa (the Jordanian word for cat) or Aladdin. We found a tiny, 4-week old kitten on the street by my friend's house one night--3 baths, a vet visit, and several weeks later, the rapidly growing feline is firmly installed at my classmate's apartment. (He is going to our Jordanian professor's home when we leave). He spent several days at my apartment, though.
   This post might be a bit political, but it's mostly Jordanian politics, so I don't think I can offend anybody too much. Yesterday (Friday/Sunday) was an interesting day, and we were put under a sort of modified house arrest for security reasons. Church in the Irbid branch was cancelled, and so was the Arabic-speaking branch, so we all went to the ex-patriate branch at 8:30 AM. Here we are in front of the church building in Amman (that's my new Jordanian dress--it was so difficult to find something that would fit me! The poor salesman had to go back to storage to find a shirt, and he only had one in my size.
 
  The reason was this: The Arab Spring has not really made its way to Jordan (my professor says it is because Jordanians remember the horrors of their recent civil wars too well to want to do it again), but the combined weight of a bad economy, the new pressure of 200,000 Syrian refugees on Jordan, and the usual complaints about the government are causing political stress. They pushed some new laws on Parlimentary election through last summer, to be implemented some time this year--nobody knows exactly when. (I would try and explain Parlimentary election laws, but I have recently concluded that no one actually understands them, and they make the electoral college look like the most logical and democratic system in the world).
     Everyone was quite worried--the US embassy increased its security (again) and shut down for the day, the Arab Greek Orthodox church cancelled services, and we were confined to the neighborhood. (I was rather disappointed, as we had to cancel our dinner engagement with a nice investigator family up in Irbid.) The police set up a perimeter around the downtown area, complete with machine guns, some of which we saw. The King also dismissed the Parliament yesterday morning---I still don't quite understand that political move, and I am trying to imagine the American response if President Obama told Congress that they could just go home.
Eating authentic chocolate chip cookies at Taj Mall in Amman on Thursday night



   Of course, it was rather frightening, and we all gave special prayers for the people of Jordan in church. At the same time, it was rather interesting to be here for it. And the news has been encouraging--the counter-demonstration was cancelled at the last minute, and only 10,000 people showed up to protest. We heard some things coming from loudspeakers, but didn't see anything (I live in the suburbs, so to speak.)
     Meanwhile, the BYU students had a group dinner together at another apartment. This is the view off of their balcony, looking out over Dahiat Al-Rasheed. Despite portents of doom, our day of modified house arrest was actually quite lovely.