Bed·ou·in (noun or adj.) ˈbe-də-wən, ˈbed-wən 1. Desert dweller, nomadic Arab of the desert. 2. A wanderer or rover.

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I’m off again–this time to the U.K. to be reunited with one of my closest friends and a member of my Kenya cohort, Dylan. I spent a summer in western Kenya two years ago and have remained close with a few friends, Dylan being one of them. We first bonded on a doctor’s visit because we both had contracted malaria at the same time, and it’s only been uphill from there. Now, I get to see this tall, intelligent, Canadian man in person for the first time in two years! I predict that with our penchant for photography and under-planning that I’ll return with great photos and even better stories.

Until then, I’ll keep posting Lebanon photos on this thing–have you planned a Beirut trip yet? Yalla, get on that.

About a week ago, I went to an engagement party and somehow ended up in a choreographed dance at the beginning (thanks to Julie). I’ve had a lot of unexpected moments here, but I never thought I would be voguing to Pitbull at a Jordanian engagement party. But, it happened.

The beginning was fatefully caught on film, and it is with great pride and a little embarrassment that I show it to you all:

KEEP READING. I know, listen, I know that this kind of thing (expressing what you are grateful for on a day with the appropriate title) has become trite and banal and whatever other adjective I can throw out that means the equivalent of lame. But I do want to offer up a list of the things I am very, very thankful for. These, in no particular order:

Amman, for being difficult and hilarious

My English class, for trying really hard and making work fun

Fulbright, for the new and wonderful people I now can call my good friends




My iPhone (whatever, it’s changed my life)

Encouragement from friends back in America

Finding a Bible study here

Learning how to cook (ish)…ya3ni I’m working on this

My gym, Fitness First (habibi, you deserve an entire post)

Having a million cardigans

My landlady

My roommate

My sleepover ladiez (you know who you are)

Taxis that don’t overcharge

My crazy and beautiful family

Finally, everyone in my life that loves and appreciates me, regardless of my tendency to always be on the verge of tears or over-commit to—just, life and all its feelings. There’s a better way to word that I’m sure, bas khalas you know what I mean. You make it easy to be myself, to be open and vulnerable with people I meet and get excited about the prospect of forming new relationships because of the ones I already have. Thank you, a million times.