Madaba & Mt Nebo Take 2

Wednesday we checked out the embassy and went to Cozmo in the morning. We actually met up with Dad at the embassy cafeteria! He stormed in smelled our lunches and stormed out. Mom quickly tried to show him how to text message on his phone using the T9 function. He said that spelling a word was not difficult and the T9 spelled words for him in a way he couldn't control. We about died laughing over that concept.

Wednesday afternoon we piled into the car for a trip to Madaba. Selah was our tour guide again. This time I drove the 'burban to Madaba, trying to speak Arabic with my horn...I am pretty fluent in horn Arabic. One guy looked up to cuss out whoever was driving our big car; when he saw it was a WOMAN he balked and let me pass, incredulity filling his eyes. Our tour was a little more leisurely because Amelia stayed with Grandma. Selah told us his conversion story and a ton of other facts about living in Jordan. For example, our tax dollars are paying to repave the roads in downtown Madaba as part of an antiquities agreement. The locals thought their road was fine so are not too keen on all the construction that will eventually brighten their city and bring more tourists. It rained while on our way to Mt Nebo. The rain brought a completely different view than the one I had a couple weeks ago. The sun on the Dead Sea was spectacular.

We dined in Madaba at a restaurant Selah's brother works at. The restaurant had a delightful ambiance. Our table was next to a blazing fireplace. Old trinkets and Turkish era antiques decorated the rooms. We ordered Fanta...in the bottle...the best ever. Our dinner consisted of Mezza--dips and salads (hummos, Jdouna salad, tabulloeh, fries, olives, and hot bread) and a potato and lamb dish. It was about the best food I've had. Justin was feeling under the weather so he did not enjoy it very much. You know, the curse of Lawerance of Arabia! Poor guy.