Jordan Visit: Arrival

We arrived in Jordan at 4 in the afternoon. The air felt hot and dry as I stepped off the plane. My first thought was: “Welcome to the Desert.”

As our group congregated and walked through the Amman airport, a fellow traveler and I marveled at the sunshine and how it feels more like a sunblast, low on the horizon. It looks and feels different! I love that exhilarating aspect of international travel — that first moment you step off the plane and take a deep breath. You can smell and taste the country.

Farther East than most of my trips.

First impressions of Jordan: hot, dry, welcoming, safe.

A family at the airport celebrates the return of one of their own.

They really knew how to party.

They even had a band.

Passport stamp from Jordan customs

The marble tiled floors and glass windows in the airport were punctuated every six feet or so with cameras. I felt safer here than in LAX.

A few images from our dinner at a restaurant called Sufra:

Looking down on the dining area. It was in a beautiful garden setting.

Our group members talking about SIM cards and such.

Making lavash in the oven.

Mint tea!