I had 3 Americans on tour this week. That brings the total up to 4, after having been working here since February. If it weren't for them, I probably would've forgotten about Thanksgiving. Considering Turducken isn't en vogue here yet.
I forgot my camera in Cairo, which I'm totally bummed about. Firstly, because this is my last time in Jordan before I get transferred to Morocco (woohoo! January!) - I wanted to finish all these necessary Jordanian pictures (Especially the portrait action at the exchange place. The dude that works there has a Kmart-esque snapshot of his crazy-eyed daughter sitting on some faux sheepskin nonsense. But instead of leaving it at that, he cut out 2 pictures of Saddam Hussein's head, and pasted them above his daughters head, so that the pictures are looking down on her. Oh, Saddam, won't you be MY guardian angel?). Secondly, because yesterday while at Petra, approximately 30 university-age Jordanian girls (some in burkhas, some in an understated hijab) creamed their pants in front of me. I was rocking a huge zit on my chin, but them ladies were all about their low-res cameraphone pictures. And their shreeks! I thought my eardrum was going to pop. I found the experience totally embarassing and ironic. If I were really about the cootch, I'd be the father of many Jordanian children by now. But alas. I wish I had visual documentation of these festivities.