Jordan snuck up on me on the calendar. And then I was off. On the plane...over to London...a nice stop at Terminal 1...and then on another plane to Amman which would leave me in a sleep-induced haze as I arrived to the throngs of European tourists and WANA conference attendees.
But there awaits the beautiful city of Amman. Its white washed facades. Its dry heat. Its desert feel. Its warm people and wonderful food.
My time here is short. My free time even shorter. How will I fill it in between training at this conference?