I can barely even begin to describe how I feel about that. I'm so looking forward to the rest of my travels - Riga, Berlin, Reykjavik - and I'm so looking forward to seeing my family all over the US again and to seeing my friends and my old cat. It'll be nice to be back home, enjoying my house, wearing little summer dresses, going out for drinks with my sister, eating good Thai food and Mexican food, checking what's changed in my favorite museums, and what's changed in me.
But there is so much that I will miss. If I start thinking about it now, I'll never leave. And like it or not, my plane sails out of Amman in 36 hours, and I'd better be on it.
My year abroad lasts for one more week.
I'm going to eat as much hommos, mtabbal, mashawi, kouse, wara einab, fresh juice and arabic ice cream as I can possibly hold.
I'm listening to nothing but Arab music, speaking as much Arabic as I can, and just trying to get the most out of my last hours in this fantastic, addictive part of the world.
And I'm already working on ways to come back next summer.
Petra, Jordan
Western Desert, Egypt
Athens, Greece
Rome, Italy - St. Peter's Basilica
Rome, Italy
Venice, Italy
Giza, Egypt
Chouf Mountains, Lebanon
Beirut, Lebanon
Byblos, Lebanon
Istanbul, Turkey - Hagia Sophia
Abu Simbel, Egypt - the whole IFSA group
Beirut, Lebanon
Byblos,
Lebanon
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