Thursday, February 23, 2012

Amman - Same City, New People

The travel blog is back! I'll be writing more frequently now I hope, with pictures to come. (Although unlikely as many pictures as Morocco/Egypt)

I've been in Amman for three weeks now. It's taken me a while to get to writing, my apologizes, but I hope to make this a better habit.

I came a week before the rest of the students were set to arrive because the Boren mandates that I spend exactly six months here, and my two programs combined were a week short. I set up a week of one-on-one Arabic lessons (with fantastic help from the Midd staff here) that proved to be really helpful. The professor was super flexible, set up lessons on the spot, and had innovative ways of thinking about the language that really helped me refresh my basics. I had class three hours a day and had not to much else to do the rest of my time.

It's been a lot better since the rest of the students showed up. We have a good group, the other students are fun and seem very dedicated. Everyone has their own experience traveling in the region or elsewhere, their own stories from home, their own views, ambitions, and backgrounds to share (in Arabic). I've really enjoyed some evenings out in cafes, (learning) and playing backgammon, etc. Orientation week was really well run, well organized and pretty helpful for learning how things work at the University. A better job probably could have been made to show us the city, as if I didn't already have an idea of where I was I don't think I would be situated at all. The administration is very hands off to say the least.

Classes started this week and my schedule is awesome, I have class Sunday-Wednesday from 11am-5pm. My modern standard Arabic class is at exactly the level I think I should be at, and its nice to study the language outside of the damn Al-Kitaab books.  My colloquial Arabic class is less helpful, there seems to be no good way to structure that class. I'm also taking Literature and Politics. All of the classes are only with other kids in the program, meaning the language pledge is followed and the classes are small (8-12). The language pledge is exactly what it sounds, from the moment I wake up and ask my roommate if he's made coffee or I have to make it, all of our conversations are in Arabic. It makes the days exhausting as there's no real break. I step out of Arabic class to go to lunch... in Arabic. It gets frustrating more with Jordanians who speak perfect English (there are many) than it is with other people in the program because we in the program will help each other while any random person just wants to talk to us, ask a question, interact and we're insisting on speaking a (very rough) version of their language.

The Literature course is a survey course of modern Arabic literature, read and taught in Arabic. It's hard. The professor just rattles stuff off about famous writers, the different structures of stories, whats a novel, short story, life story, and how their defined, the terms for setting, character development, etc. He talks a mile a minute for 90 minutes. It's tough but definitely helpful. I'm able to follow the lectures to a large extent and after staring at the readings for long enough, and with judicious use of my dictionary, I can get the readings too. This is the first week, so I expect both the class to get harder and my Arabic to get better, so we'll see.

The Politics course is a whole different beast. The professor is largely American educated, has taught and lived in the US for years and has worked as a political advisor for both this King and the last. The class so far seems to be oriented towards a history/discussion of politics in the Middle East and Jordan. He doesn't have all that much patience with this language pledge thing and sometimes rattles off a term or two in English rather than go through the pain of explaining it in Arabic. The first class was excessive English-wise, but the second lecture was great. We're starting with the Arab revolt (~WWI) and presumably going from there. The lectures aren't necessary organized, but they flow logically, and we're getting a lot of useful terms thrown at us as well as an insight to how Jordanian (albeit foreign educated) academics view their own history. One glaring example today was the focus on the British betrayal of Sherif Hussein and his sons Abdulla and Faisal. When asked about what role the Al-Saud family had during this time and all that, he pretty much just changed the subject. I'm looking forward to hearing this guy talk about politics and respond to our questions. Plus I'm with a sharp group of students who will definitely ask some good questions. The professor is also helping me out with my Junior Paper while I'm here, which (the plan is) for me to translate a long article written about a modern topic in Arab world politics. Depending on what the article turns out to be and how this goes, I might try to interview him about his thoughts.

It's been really encouraging over all to be back in Amman and feel that 1) my Arabic has improved since last time and 2) that my overall cultural/travel awareness is up from last time. It's like a whole new city without my people here. I really feel like I'm rediscovering it. It's also great to be able to talk to people and feel like a) I'm understood and b) they're not always messing with me. From my conversations, it definitely feels like the overall mood is much different. While everyone always talked (foreign) politics to some extent, the conversation always focused on and rarely departed from US/Israel/Iraq stuff. Now, any conversation immediately goes to the plight of the Syrian people. I'm finding utter empathy with the Syrian people against Assad here, and support for the Arab Spring (in principle) overall. While general support for the Arab Spring is widespread, some people make it a point to say they're against anything in Bahrain and afraid of Shiite ambitions in the region. After spending so much of last semester writing about Bahrain, this attitude definitely interests me.

Since getting here I've been able to set up what I hope will be a long term internship with an orphanage in Amman (outskirts Amman?). I got an email from the Idealist (best thing ever), sent in a message and got a reply from someone who signed his name as a Peace Corps volunteer. He brought me in, I met with him and the director and expressed my interest in working in the legal department with the resident lawyer, doing what I understand is legal aid work for people in need. It seems like I'll basically be a fly on the wall as the social worker and lawyer work, with opportunities to hang out with the boys and ask tons of questions at my desire, and all in Arabic. So I expect the first couple of visits to be really tough, but eventually very helpful inshallah. I won't be writing a ton about this part of my time here (publicly).

More posts to come, and more pictures. As the weather gets better I'll get better at bringing my camera along with me. If you're reading this, I probably miss you and would love to talk.

Peace,

Robert

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Madrid

Was sick. I don't know why I stopped taking Spanish.

The Prada was the best museum I've ever been too.

This painting was my favorite. I bought a card of it for my future room walls.

The Reina Sofia was also awesome. All gorgeous.

I loved Spaniards people who inhabit Spain and carry Spanish passports (?) Pretty awesome people, very nice with my broken Spanish and all around a lot of fun.


Went out both nights 10pm - 6am. Night life was ridiculous. Totally amazing. I could live there in a hot second. (shout out to my sister's slang)







For some reason, these are all the pictures I can add now, and I've been at this for a while, so I'll try to edit later. 

Adios,

Jebel Zalegh

So. There's this big hill/mountain that overlooks Fez. We look at it everyday from our roof, and last week, we climbed it. 

Pretty Simple. 

It was awesome. 

Enjoy























Tangier

Long Time, No post. 

So, about three weeks ago? A couple of the boys and I went to Tangier. It's about 5 hours by train on the very, very northern tip of Morocco. Tangier since forever until not so long ago has been controlled by European powers and was traditionally sin city Morocco for a long time. (I wouldn't take that history as gospel, but it'll work)

This is the city where if one wanted to take a ferry to and from Spain, you would leave/arrive from. The Spanish influence was everywhere, that combined with the overwhelming French influence of Morocco made me feel more like I was in the "Little Morocco" of some Western city rather than in a medium sized city in Morocco itself. 

Interesting enough though, not too many Europeans stay in Tangier long, and to be fair, there isn't too much to see or do, and its really just a transit point for many. The residents seem pretty used to seeing foreigners all the time, so the harassment wasn't as bad as I think it is in Fez. We weren't that big of a spectacle. 

The city residents seemed to be pretty European in a lot of ways. The sin city nature of the city still exists (to extents I was personally to find out all too well). There are tons of bars, several clubs, and lots of liquor stores. All of these places really are not only geared towards foreigners as they are in other Moroccan cities/Arab cities in general. I walked into more than one bar of all Moroccans, drinking away, with the bottles of Stork and Flag piling up. 

The beach was really nice, too cold to swim and too polluted according to some but I did enjoy to lay out. The food was also great, some great seafood and a couple top notch swarma/sandwich places. We enjoyed the lively night life until... things kinda went wrong. How exactly they went wrong is a story for when I'm actually in the room with whoever's reading this. It wasn't the fun kind of wrong either. Malesh. 

Despite that, I did like Tangier, and sitting in the old cafes where plenty of American/European artists, writers, musicians sat, smoked kif and abused locals in their orientalist ways was a blast. 

Take a look at the pictures, the water ones are of the port, and it continues. 





Just a look of what the streets look like





One of the main plazas facing the port




Top of the kashba (~fort) of the old city

  
View from outside those walls




The old city



Inside a market, for LPC people, think of an Arab version of the wet market, including the live, flopping fish.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

PICTURES LOTS LOTS LOTS








All of those pictures, of Fez, and taken by Tine. As you can see, more people should visit me so I can have better pictures on my blog. 






These are mine/Tine's from a random pit stop along the drive. The freedom to just pull over really made the trip for me. 





Main square in Marrakech 



The "snake charmers" litterally cobras just chilling there. I saw one go at the crowd, the guy just hit it over the head with a drum and trapped it. They kept them under drums that they would beat to stun the snakes/piss them off. 













Yeah. That's my head. Didn't mean to upload it, but its here now. Awkward. 








All Marrakech and all Tine. Great pictures. 


Another random pit stop. Gotta love the road. 





Random parade thing. This guy on the right extorted a dirham for taking the picture. This is in Essouira BTW. 









The old city in Essouira, this is the beach town. 




Old fortress/city walls, around the city






Dane, Julie and I demolished that crab. It was about 15¢. 


Sweet clock tower I liked. It's in all the old pictures too. 







The beach. 




It's a pretty active fishing port. 



One of the entrances to the city

More pictures coming!