Day 1 - The Airport
This day will be very boring. The first of many to come, I’m sure. Lots of waiting for planes, and then getting on planes and waiting to land. I’m convinced that this whole process is designed to be as boring as possible so people will buy alcohol, and it’s working. I envy those born on or before November 7th, 2005.
Twice, I passed a guy dressed head to toe in leather and jean, including a leather hat and a leather backpack that matched his leather jacket and leather shirt. He was walking a corgi with a scarf that was the flag of Israel.
Someone from the organization I’m with reached out to me because we are arriving in Amman at the same time, so we coordinated and now we’re staying in the same hostel tomorrow night before we share a taxi to cross the border. Crossing the border is the only part of this I feel anxiety about so far. Months of preparation and thousands of dollars could go down the toilet if a border guard gets suspicious and refuses me entry. I don’t know what I’d do if that happened. But I think I’ve prepared the best I can, and I suppose all I can do is wait. If only I had wine to pass the time…