In the past 8 days three Lebanese people and two Iraqi people, driving cars with Jordanian plates, have stopped me at a red light to inquire about directions. And I, with my suddenly shaky usually-perfect sense of direction, have in all probability given them bad directions. So if you happen to be one of those people who stopped a Jordanian brother to ask how to get to Swefieh and you some how ended up in Swaileh, or asked about Khalda and ended up unintentionally road trippin to Irbid…my bad.
You’re inquiries came at an odd time in my life.
Next week would have been better.
My mental maps should be in order by then.