So, well, where should I start?

Should I say that it was my best trip to the Middle East? Or, better, that it was at the end of March and it was an unexpected surprize to me. It's paradox, coz my plane took of from Madrid, but it was so cold that night in the capital of Spain, that my fancy t-shirt, covering nothing, made me tremble until ththe trip, which fulfilled and overcame all my expectations. It was so thrilling that until now my body starts shivering whenever I remember any moment spent in Amman, Jordan. The place enhanced with religion, culture and amazing climate. Yea! Amazing, coz I am always cold. Everywhere! I'm constantly freezing, so the sunshine and a warm breeze e last moment when I got of the bus coming from Valladolid and entered the Barajas airport. The airport scared me. They usually do, but this one was gigantic. Huge! Vast! As a million footbal fields, gosh and those rainbow colours didn't help me orientate at all, as was announced in Barajas web page. I was wearing a red coat, with my straighten hair, dyed two days ago. I must say, I felt pretty coz people were looking at me. Or perhaps they were looking at me coz I was going upstairs and downstairs three times. I couldn't find the check in desk 965 or so. Finally I remembered that I know English. Hurrrah! And asked a girl in a silly green outfit, where could I find my check in. She pointed me the right direction. My heart beat lowered a little. I was calmer. It was the first time I was travelling ALONE. And to such destination! At that moment I received a call from my Habibi. He was asking if I was okay and hi svoice was so excited. I tried to hide the worry in my voice and cheerfully exclaimed that few hours and I'm gonna land in Amman! In his arms...

The check in was at the last part of the building. While standing, a very handsome, a lil bit chubby, man in his forties  fifties smiled at me. I smiled back. He smiled another time. Then I laughed. I thought "Yeah, Spain.." Then he asked if I spoke Spanish. I doubted a little and answered that..emmm, English is more favourite. Then, to my amazement, he switched to English and joked that he's gonna check in his baggage faster than I will. He had three, I had only one tiny bag. Then I asked whether he was going to Amman, then he smiled secretly and said that his colleague is going and he introduced me to a slightly shabby man with a leather jacket, moustache and two red bags made of plastic. They looked so weird. One, so fashionable and elegant, the other...emmm....ai, doesn't matter.

While letting me pss the security check, he gave me another dazzling smile and asked whether he could take my number, just to bring me to Madrid from the airport on the day I come back, that would be in twelve days time. I doubted if he remembers even my face, but gave him the number anyway.

The security guy gave me a hand sign to go through the gate with "pasa guapa" (go beauty), the girl, standing behind thought it was shown and said to her and so she stepped forward, the security guy frawned and then I understood that I was addressed as guapa. This gave me some more confidence, although the situation was funny. We spent some time in that messy airport, the jordanian bought me coffea and beer to himself, always talking a lil'bit too loudly, and making me feel unconveniently..coz I could read in other passanger's eyes "what the hell this girl does with such man and moreover, she's going to Amman".

The plane's quality stunned me. Starting with plane's saloon, Royal Jordanian's crew's smiles and hot towels given before the meal. I watched some movies on the tv screen installed in each seat and I was really enjoying thef light, coz I could sit on all three seats, which were vacant.

Five hours passed. I started to rub my jeanes with hands and looked at my mirror more oftenly. My heart beated faster against my will. It's always so exciting...knowing that we are going to be together so soon.The sweetest feeling ever. I took of my perfume, fixed my streightened, unusually done hair and glanced though the window. I was amazed by the beauty of the land beneath us. The plane was drifting above the black land, I haven't noticed how the night came and only millions of lights were seen now. But they looked nothing like window lights or street lights..th elight was coming in round yellow, shinny circles, glittering here and there. The land looked as if the sky has landed down on it. I held my breath...I couldn't believe that I'm here. Finally.

We landed. The biggest part of the plane were tourists from Spain, and some locals. I guess I was the only one, who came here coz of love. I had some problems at customs. These guys really didn't want to let me in, as I looked unusually, so to say. And the country I.m coming from is in the Eastern Europe at the end. Thanx God it was not included into Jordanian government's ban list, which prohibids single female travellers to enter Jordan. Ukraine, Russia, Estonia !!! (so near), Romania, Algeria, Tunisia and some other countries has this ban. Officials were gathering and discusiing smth heartely in the unknown language and I was nearly crying, I thought Im gonna die if they don't let me pass. But they did. I got the visa and went downstairs. I met an american guy before and he showed me where the baggage claim was. I got a funny sms from habibi saying that he scans all hotties, but he can't see me.lol. I knew there were no hotties in my plane. A short guy in a blue outfit carried my small bag, perhaps expecting for the tip, but I was so dizzy that I forgot about that. I saw him standing alone. In a black suit. Tall and broad shouldered as always. My cheeks were still wet of tears coz of visa problems. He looked at me from top to toe. Then said "u have sides haha". I wanted to hit him that second but he calmed me in a kiss. And we went to the car. My arabic lifestyle has begun.

I loved this time. It helped me to make up my mind that I'm not too far from that culture and being a European doesn't cause too many troubles. Not too many people were staring at me, coz all the time I was with him, but for the seconds I was left alone, I felt the undivided attention, I felt that especially when I was leaving the country coz all airport personell was ready to give me a free flight for a number. Funny. But cute.

I don't remember if I liked Amman. lol. Now when I'm watching photos, I see, that I love it. Streets, palms, huge cars, the color of bildings, food, malls, the weather. But I recall details only now, when I'm far away from Jordan, coz when I was there, I was focused on my soon to be Joozk.

The traffic was crazy. Cars were beeping all the time. I have learnt some funny bad curse words, which were addressed to other drivers. All Amman is divided into seven circles. These circles do the fuction of blocks in the United States. It's just an addressing system. Crazy system! All the time you drive in circle crossroads. Sure, Im oversaying, but anyway, you got the point.

What stunned me a lot, that Amman has sooo many international and intercontinental brands that I have never seen or heared in Lithuania. Sure, I saw all these in USA, some in Spain, but almost none in Lithuania, except MacDonalds, sure. But the fact that Amman has Strbucks or Dunkin Donnuts, as fancy as the ones in the NYC, well, ehh, that shocked me in a nice way. God! Give me that medium size caramel machiato, I don't care where I live. Give me StarBucks, baby :)))

Talking about food, and knowing how picky I am..Jordan's food was the best! Especially after Spain's tapas, small sandwiches with mushrooms or crabs, drowned into mayonaisse...yeak..The foodi n Jordan was a relief. I was astonished that any meal is being made while you wait. Except MacDonalds again ;P But more fancy places, okay, even casual ones, had the best lasagna or pizza I have ever ate. Considering my diet - based - life, I might have some troubles while living there! haha. Few times we stopped over fast food places, built near the street. My habibi wanted me to try smth called "falafel" if I remember well, and my jaw has dropped when habibi said that Jordan's Prince with all Escort came down and stopped here, and took his order of a fast food. I couldn't stop laughing. The other time we went to try Jordan's national meal "mansaf", that's a meal made from lamb's meet and served with golden rice and chopped almonds, and perhaps the source of yougurt. At least such was a description. When I saw it, I decide to leave it for my next visit, coz it seemed just too hard for a light European stomach. But the day when we tried arabic kebab was nice. It was deadly tasty. Nothing similar to the Turkish kebab or a "thing" which is made in Lithuania. Now I know that they make a "farse" out of real kebab. I also liked arabic bread. Not dark, as we have, but the special one. Round pieces of it, some very large, resembling pancakes I'm making at home :) Sweets looked amazingly, but I tried only hot "Cnafe". Something made from a cheese and honey and really magical spieces. I'm afraid to guess what was that. And costed only one JD, it means smth around a euro. Wow. Middle East.

I saw all kinds of women in the street. Starting with those Saudi - looking buddies covered all in black, with a line for their eyes. God..wish them luck in the heat. My habibi was teasing them, sure, silently. And if we saw a man covered all in white, with that so to say "arabic dress" we used to yell SAUDIIIIIII in the car. I felt so silly trying to get a nice shot of such a guy with my camera, but they always disappeared. Ohh..

Malls are the place where people gather. Restaurants, Cafes, Jewelry shops, Food supermarkets, Cloth shops are all in them. Something what we have here in Europe, but as I liked everything there, I liked these malls as well. The fact that stunned me, was that I saw no women working as waitresses or bartenders, or even cashiers in supermarkets. The explanation was, that women here try to work jobs, which are not considered low.

I can't forget the security. Everywhere. You cannot enter the mall without being scanned like in an airport security. The funniest view I had, was the soldier with an automat, doing his duty to protect the embassy of the USA, and holding a portion of a soft colorful icecream in the other. That was lol. Ahh, really, the same applies to hotels. We went to Holiday Inn and Hayatt, coz I wanted to see night clubs in Jordan so much. The security was tough, perhaps it was reinforced after the bombing in Amman, which took place in three hotels. Holiday Inn's club didn't satisfy me at all, especially after spending some time in friendly spanish bars and clubs, where you can dance salsa with a stranger. We saw only several grannues sitting there, it resembled me a casino more than a club and I asked my habibi to take me somewhere more up to my age. Perhaps my lamb gaze forced him to change his mind and he took me to Jey Jey's in Hayatt. That was more of a woooow. The surroundings. The music. Dancefloor, which was shamelessly small and cute small tables covered with some nice material. We sat at the table and ordered. I drank some juice, he drank vodka with redbull. So, this is not forbiden in the Middle East. But at the end I was slightly disappointed. Only Russian - like and moreover - drunk girls were dancing on the floor. Others were just looking at them. Singles and couples, no matter. I lost the interest to go and dance, though it was hard not to go when I heared a Spanish Melody "Suavemente". Now it's one of our favourite songs. Mine and his.

One day we went to the Jarrash, a Romac City and its remains. Only its remains, to be precise. When we entered a village like place, I was about to stare at habibi and yell what is this? But then he parked a car and told: "maraty, calm dow, lets go". Being a maraty (wife) I was treated much more respectably, by all officials, even by the guy who was at the Jarrash's entrance. It costed nothing. Coz my habibi is a jordanian and I'm his maratk (almost). I loved Jarrash so much. It's a beautiful place, worth a visit. Ancient colons and the roman amphitheatre, with a mic installed in the middle of it. A small local boy ran over us and offered his help in giding us what is what. He took photos and even show the giant colon which can be moved with a finger. He showed as Queen's Gate and the face of a Queen on one of the colons, he explained how romans used to know which day of a week it was and even showed a place where meat was being sold. Teriffic. Cute kid.

One incident which makes me smile even now is the group of sheeps, which appeared out of nowhere in Garden's are. Considered to be as nice and good place to live. These sheeps caused me a wave of laughter and forced my to search my camera, I couldn't miss the perfect shot, and so I didn't. My habibi reminds me when I called him to work and couldn't say anything but: "sheeps..there are sheeps".

It was a beautiful time. Magical days. I'll come back to the place, where I feel the love and his arms stronger. Jordan.