Love Prince
Um, so Rudolph Valentino just gave me his email address: love_prince68@yahoo.com.
I am not making that up. How could I?
My rule is to never solicit emails unless I'm, say, supposed to marry the guy. But I accept them. Why not? This is too good, and I am trying so hard not to die laughing as he sits in the room with me asking if I will IM with him.
He just scolded me for planning to go home with a stranger - I had to ask him to translate for me with her earlier today. I did not go home with the mystery woman, however, because she wanted me to stay until Sunday. Sunday? Today's Thursday. Four days and three nights - that's like a holiday excursion. He's like, "Why you want to go home with her? You don't know her. What if they do things you don't like? Why you not come home with me?" The stationery boys tell me he's married, but I say that's all completely inconsequential. If there were another Internet cafe around, I would probably go there, though this like Cheers and there's comfort in that. But all the other internet cafes are across town by the university. And I really like where I'm staying, here right in downtown, and the internet cafe is less than a block away - feels like my living room. So it's all good, and the love prince will be kept to commenting on my loveliness.
I'm excited about my Indian digs - for like $12 a night which is a splurge for India but in my price and comfort range.
Hey Jen - congratulations on starting work!! You'll be fantabulous!!
So, tomorrow is a little stressful - getting to the bus station and then catching the right bus to Amman and then from there the right bus to the airport - all with luggage and needing to be there on-time. I'm too cheap to pay the 20 JD (like $30) to get to the airport because ... well, because I'm cheap and it makes me feel like I'm not a Real Traveler if I don't rough it a bit more.
OK, I think it's time for my Last Knafe and then back to the hotel for packing. Sigh.
I am not making that up. How could I?
My rule is to never solicit emails unless I'm, say, supposed to marry the guy. But I accept them. Why not? This is too good, and I am trying so hard not to die laughing as he sits in the room with me asking if I will IM with him.
He just scolded me for planning to go home with a stranger - I had to ask him to translate for me with her earlier today. I did not go home with the mystery woman, however, because she wanted me to stay until Sunday. Sunday? Today's Thursday. Four days and three nights - that's like a holiday excursion. He's like, "Why you want to go home with her? You don't know her. What if they do things you don't like? Why you not come home with me?" The stationery boys tell me he's married, but I say that's all completely inconsequential. If there were another Internet cafe around, I would probably go there, though this like Cheers and there's comfort in that. But all the other internet cafes are across town by the university. And I really like where I'm staying, here right in downtown, and the internet cafe is less than a block away - feels like my living room. So it's all good, and the love prince will be kept to commenting on my loveliness.
I'm excited about my Indian digs - for like $12 a night which is a splurge for India but in my price and comfort range.
Hey Jen - congratulations on starting work!! You'll be fantabulous!!
So, tomorrow is a little stressful - getting to the bus station and then catching the right bus to Amman and then from there the right bus to the airport - all with luggage and needing to be there on-time. I'm too cheap to pay the 20 JD (like $30) to get to the airport because ... well, because I'm cheap and it makes me feel like I'm not a Real Traveler if I don't rough it a bit more.
OK, I think it's time for my Last Knafe and then back to the hotel for packing. Sigh.
posted by NOLA at 8:50 AM
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