It’s official. We’re stranded in Amman. We woke up somewhat early, packed our bags up, had breakfast, and asked about reserving a room when we got back from Petra. “You cannot go to Petra today. The roads are closed!” The front deskman declared.
“What about Jerash?” I asked.
“Also closed.” He declared. And then the other front deskman sliced off some cake for us as they handed the same key back over for us to go back to our room. But not before we re-enacted the conversation because… with everything closed… what else were we going to do for the “Day in a Minute?”
It was a rather uneventful, and cold day. We trekked up one of the hills to find an open cafe on Rainbow Street. Got caught in a snowball fight, and rather than eating at Hashim (one of the very few restaurants open in town, Hashim has the most amazing hummus and falafel- for cheap too!) for the fourth time in a row, we broke down and went across the street for Happy Hour at Wings and Rings. One of the managers lived in Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati for ten years. He knew my hometown, and I knew where abouts he lived near my hometown. Behind the old Kroger’s near NKU. The world is small.