The return trip to Boston from Amman was mostly uneventful.
The air travel was quite fine and relaxing but of the six movies I watched, I
don’t remember any titles that I could recommend to you. Sure, some of them
were entertaining and I just a movie’s success on how well I remember it the
next morning. I can scarcely remember the titles.
The new terminal at the Queen Alia airport is impressive.
The lofty ceilings create a stately, comfortable sense of space. It feels like
it was designed for someone important to arrive. It is a well-designed space
and I’m pleased to see Amman’s entry in the modern world of transportation.
Next, it would be spectacular to see rail transportation
from the airport to the capital city’s west end. I dream.
Heathrow airport is spectacular with all its hustle and
bustle. The social commerce is energizing.
The food poisoning I received must have been from the
chicken Caesar salad sandwich served one hour before the plan landed in Boston.
Once I eliminate the source from my system, I could feel myself improve
dramatically.
I was delighted to be welcomed by Marybeth and Janet. They
are friends who met each other a decade ago. I told them that the other would
arrive to greet me, but they weren’t sure they could identify each other.
Happily, when I passed through the gates of the terminal, both their arms went
up in a wave. It was the first moment that they could identify one another.
They laughed because they were standing right next to each other the whole time
and didn’t know the other person was waiting for me.
The temperatures were very nice, but what tickled me the
most was seeing that everything was green. Tall deep grasses; greens of every
color; the splendor of the lush, fullness of summer made me feel deep down
happy. I wanted to throw off my shoes and run barefoot through the cool
grass. I want to paint and draw many of
those trees.
I made it to our Newbury Street residence easily, through
Marybeth’s generosity of time, and was able to pick up a Province car. I chuckled
as I drove away because the muffler is not attached to the main exhaust pipe
and everyone notices me when I enter the roadway. There’s no escaping my
advent. I was made to feel at home because many cars in Jordan do not have good
exhaust systems or stringent emission controls.
John, so glad you had a safe journey but sorry about the food poisoning. Enjoy your time here on this side of the pond and the wonderful welcome that you have received.
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