3 June 2012 (Again)

Hmm.... This never officially posted.

The game was so much fun. It was a World Cup qualifier (I knew this before, but forgot to mention it) between Jordan and Iraq. The teams ended up tying. Jordan could have won; the goal was wide open, but something must have happened because they definitely didn’t get it. Tying works just fine, I guess, though. Iraq is a really good team, so not losing is perfectly acceptable in my book (although both teams would probably beg to differ).

I’ve never felt so safe in my entire life. There were so many guards around us, and we were in our own section. It was technically the family section, but there were basically no families and those that were there were along the edges of the section. So it was us just chilling in the middle of an empty stadium section with about 20 guards just around us (there were guards throughout the stadium, but you didn’t really notice them because there are tons of people among the guards). Then being sneakily escorted out after everyone else.

I’ve also never felt so popular before in my life, which is quite the feat after being in Jordan for a month. Everyone wanted a picture with us. Everyone. The first time, Abu Yazin sneakily went to go get a guard to shoe them off and before the guard came, he pretended to be rather buddy-buddy with them. Then after the game while we were waiting for the bus, I found out the story that he was telling the guys to go was that we were friends of the royal family and are waiting for our guards. He was always so happy talking to them. Like saying “Screw off,” with a smile.

There were practically no women there. We were pretty much it. So imagine how strange it was to see around twenty white, American women sitting in a section by themselves among a bunch of guards (emphasis on the first traits). We always stand out here, but at the game it reached a new level.

I met one Abu Yazin’s daughters today, too. He brought his youngest daughter and son. I attempted to talk to Rayin (Don’t hold me to this spelling). She was really nice. My Arabic isn’t very good, I know, but she acted like it was. She had a really nice voice, too, which is something a bit random, but it seems oddly pertinent. 

Tonight was a lot of fun. Now class tomorrow…