Gab?
Yeah?
We were able to purchase the Eagle Creek Truist 55 by phone. Ready for you to pick up at customer service under your name.
You guys are nuts...Need anything else?
Nope. But if you're going to Bergman's Luggage they have a new model Eagle Creek that straps zip away for airline!
Crazy human!
:P
11:55am, Sunday morning.
Now this may seem like a fairly typical back-and-forth between father and daughter..HOWEVER, what you do not know is that this is not the first backpack they have so generously prepaid for me, but the third. Now, I'm not complaining, I just think three 60L backpacking packs is overkill. This was the message to pick up yet another pack to test drive before my departure in 5 days. -whew, thats soon-
As the post title notes, it is now practically a full week after my wisdom teeth have left my oral cavity, and therefore have been on pain killers all week. However this piece of information is relatively irrelevant. Despite my pill-popping, this week has been extraordinarily productive! Not only do I have a blue, red, and green backpack, I also have collected all the other silly shananigans I need to travel to Jordan.
Some advice for those travelling in the future: converters.
That's all.
In reality, everything is coming together beautifully. It feels a bit like this Melanie Safka's, "Brand New Key" is beginning to crescendo in my ear as I walk....
For the first time in a while, everything is parking perfectly parallel to each other, and itty-bitty puzzle pieces are falling from the sky filling in holes I forgot about months ago.
It dawned on me today as I was scooting out of my jeans on the Seattle Lite-Rail for the International "No Pants Ride" fiasco (see http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2013893071_nopants10m.html for information if you are confused), I realized that clothes don't matter. This sounds really silly, to have an epiphany as you are standing pant-less next to a big ole family fresh out of Seatac from Texas, but it was then that I understood that there is only so much you can do.
A major concern before coming arriving in Jordan for American girls is clothing. Yes, Jordan is conservative, but they do not require women to wear a jilbab (aka, a burka), or hijab, but you are expected to wear long sleeves without showing lots of cleavage, skirts that hit at least below the knee, and/or jeans. But, there came a point when I just thought, you know, I am an American. I will be respectful and assimilate as I go, but the packing list says I need a fancy outfit (AKA, a dress), and America has a lot of trouble selling dresses to ladies like me that aren't skin tight, plunging, and careful-when-you-bend-over-type of dresses. So I found a happy medium, grabbed some long sleeve shirts, and decided to hope for the best. I will look like an American, because I am one. Or maybe I could pretend I am French.
In conclusion, things are going well. Two days ago we picked up a massive container of pine-nut roasted hummus.
5 days until Fairfield
20 days until Amman
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