We'd like to invite everyone to share their 'Amman story'. It might be a childhood memory, a personal photo, a parent's or grandparent's story, an encounter, a place or an event.
Since the day I started driving, I've dreaded exploring new areas – maps make no sense to me; sudden turns catch me off-guard; and my sense of direction never guides me to the right road. Venturing into a new part of town usually requires a companion, a full tank of gas, and air-conditioning turned up to arctic temperatures. All this makes sense when you factor in how often I manage to get lost during a short trip.
One of the charming traits of Amman are the stairs around the city, almost artery-like connecting the hills and downtown - that heart pumping life along the stairs into the neighborhoods and nooks.
A couple of wonderful stair trails connect Jabal Al Qal3a with Hashmi street, right across the Roman Theatre.
On Salamah bin AlAkwa Street on Jabal Al Qal3a, there's a square viewing point that overlooks the hill down to Hashmi. On either side of the viewing point is a flight of stairs. They...
Zorabeh (zorA-beh)[noun, v. zoreb]: (Jordanian slang) to continually, dangerously and aggressively change lanes while driving a car at crazy intervals, in very short distances, and at (relatively) high speed.
SYN: batwen.
Several reasons contributed to why I decided to go to school in Jordan rather than abroad like initially planned, and one of the very main reasons was a mighty appealing bribe- if you go to Jordan, I was told, you can have your very own car.
Ah, my very own car. H...
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