A day in the life.......

Now that we have been here in Jordan for four months our lives have become somewhat routine. At least as "routine" as you can get in Jordan. I thought I would take this time to give you a rundown of how a typical day goes for me at the YMWA Center for Special Education. My day starts as 6:20 a.m. when the school bus picks Kelley and I up in front of our apartment building. We are greeted by two other teachers and our driver with "sabaah al-khayr" (good morning) and then we are on our way through the hills of Amman picking up students and teachers during our 1 hour and 40 minute bus ride to the school. Of course before we get too far into our journey we must always first stop at a local coffee stand to get a good strong cup of arabic coffee!

We arrive at the school at 8 a.m. Our first order of business is morning stretches with the students and then we are off to our different areas of duty. Since I have been here I have helped out and visited a number of different areas throughout the school as well as vocational, but have recently settled into an area that I enjoy very much. I was asked to teach first aid/health to all the students in the school as well as in the vocational section. When I was first approached on teaching this I was excited because it is something that I know and that I enjoy doing. But, then I remembered how difficult this was going to be since my Arabic is VERY limited. A lot of brainstorming sessions took place, and with the help of everyone a lesson plan was created. In order to teach an entire lesson without speaking more than one or two words there was going to have to be a lot of visuals and hands-on activities. My first lesson that I have been, and am currently teaching them now is how to care for minor cuts. With the help of my roommates and Kelley's amazing editing skills we made a video showing someone getting a minor cut, and then the steps to care for the cut (complete with the few arabic words we do know). Once I have the students watch the video I give them a fake hand (a rubber glove stuffed with flour) with a cut on it and some fake blood. Then, I have still frame photos that I show them of all steps involved which they then perform on the hand. Surprisingly they really seem to be getting the concept, and in the mean time I am still trying to learn more Arabic. The only problem is..... I think the next lesson they want me to do is on fire safety, and I am having a difficult time convincing any of my roommates to let me start a small fire to shoot our next video!

I have really been enjoying teaching this class. My favorite part about teaching is that I get to work with one or two of the students at a time. This has allowed me to get to know each student a little better, and has also given me a better understanding of their level of comprehension as well as their deficits. The other part that I have really enjoyed is working all over the school as well as in the vocational section. Each area has its own personality, and I love to see the differences as well as getting to know all the different teachers and students.

School is over at 1 p.m., and then it is back. Depending on traffic and how many students are absent we usually make it home a little before 3 p.m. We follow this schedule Sunday through Thursday. The only variation to this schedule is on Wednesday when we teach an English class to some of the vocational students, and then on Mondays when we return home from school the five of us meet up at ABS for some much needed lessons in Arabic. Not a bad schedule at all! --- Jamie

Jerusalem over Thanksgiving

We crossed the border from Jordan to Israel yesterday starting at 7:15 am from our apartments in Amman reaching our final destination, the New Palm Hostel in Jerusalem just after 1pm. The time was mostly consumed by security checkpoints. The actual bus ride across the bridge over the Jordan river from Jordan to Israel soil took no more than 20 mins if that.

It seems as if we've lived so much more than a day and a half worth of time since we've arrived in Jerusalem. We began yesterday (Thanksgiving Day) by exploring the old city and walked through every quarter of it (Armenian, Christian, Muslim and Jewish). There were vendors and shops stuffed in the city walls although not quite as overwhelming as the markets in Bangkok (where we attended the Feast this year). On our way out in the evening (eve of the Muslim holiday of Eid Al-Adha) we ran into a few parades or I should say they ran into us. First there was a large group of men and boys singing in

Arabic walking together through the already crowded shops lining the city walls. Then as we were exiting through Damascus gate which was utterly packed to the brim we saw what seemed to be the beginning of a fight between two men. There was really no way to turn to get away because of the masses, but fortunately the fight did not erupt right then and there. We were shoved into the stream of people exiting the gate and thought it couldn't get anymore crowded. Alas, that was not so. Ahead and coming toward us we saw a man who was trying to clear a path and a second later we saw the reason. A marching band, yes, a marching band was coming through the already bursting at the seems gateway. Jamie made the comment "when you think it can't get any worse..." We were assuming all the parades and crowds were due to the Muslim holiday.

We slept fairly comfortably in our hostel dorm room at the New Palm Hostel just outside the old city Damascus gate. The beds are quite soft, there's hot water with wonderful pressure for showers, free internet, breakfast and nice heating in the rooms. Although those things may be somewhat basic I keep thinking we're in the lap of luxury here. The breakfast this morning consisted of pita with labneh spread or butter and jam/honey, cucumber tomato salad, boiled eggs, nescafe and tea. Perhaps I was quite hungry, but I thought it was all very delicious. After breakfast we set off with bus numbers in our heads (listed in the lonely planet tour guide book) as our first clue in how to get to the Holocaust Museum in the Jewish quarter of the c

ity. After walking around our entire block, finding another bus station and talking to a driver who directed us to find the green buses not the blue ones, finding another bus station with green buses (but not the right ones), asking numerous people along the way, hiking up a hill next to the old city wall and finally to a bus stop that seemed to be right according to people waiting there we hopped on a bus for 6 shekels each (approx $1.50) and headed to Mt. Herzl. The trip took no more than 15 mins and then we hiked the short distance up Yad Vashem (given a place and a name taken from the scripture Isaiah 56:4-5) to the Holocaust Museum, research center, children's memorial, etc. We were there for more than 3 hours and still didn't completely read, listen, look at all the available information and displays. It was incredible and so full of meaning at every turn. Every part of the building (including the architecture itself) was to teach something about the holocaust. It seemed their foremost purpose stated at the beginning

and that really did show through in much of what I experienced was that the Jewish people were real, they were individuals (each individual being a world unto himself). One thing that struck me with intensity was how clearly planned, organized and the carrying out the whole plan of exterminating the Jews was. It started maybe somewhat slowly with Hitler being elected as chancellor, but didn't seem to take long for the ideologies to take off, gain momentum and lead a completely selfish and racist way of conducting a nation and people to move against another group of people. The museum begins with a scroll type video of excerpts of films and photos taken of Jewish people before the second world war in their "normal lives" as German citizens and of other European nations as well. It was to show how their life was truly productive and part of the culture surrounding them. From there it went into the gradual process of government and decrees and then actions that lead to the holocaust. I can't even begin to cover how completely overwhelming it all is. We were actually pushed very quickly through the last 3 or 4 large exhibit halls due to the early closing time on Friday evenings before the Sabbath. We could have spent another 3 hours easily although in some ways I don't know how much more of that I could really bare.

When we left, we made our way back to the old city by bus again. On the way we were

accosted by a taxi driver telling us the buses weren't going anymore because of the soon coming Sabbath (more than 2 hours away) and offered to drive us where we wanted for "only" 80 shekels. However, that price compared to the bus price seemed worth not listening to him for a bit to check out the situation a little further. This lead to good results as we were on a bus headed back to the old city in less than 5 minutes after that. When we got back we entered the old city through a gate not far from Jaffa gate, but we don't know what its name was. Just inside we found a little falafel place. We got the most delicious falafel which included eggplant and hot peppers (a different variation from our falafel experiences as of yet). We walked on through the old city eating our falafel past the wailing wall and out through another gate just next to the western wall of the temple mount to the east side of Jerusalem. We hiked up the Mount of Olives and watched the sunset leading into the Sabbath over the old city.

It was amazingly beautiful. Eduardo read out passages from Isaiah and Zechariah about Jerusalem and Christ returning and the Mt. of Olives cleaving in two. It's quite simply easier to understand when we saw the whole landscape before our eyes; we read about the war that would surround Jerusalem but tonight seemed fairly quiet and peaceful. After waiting a while to see the old city under a night view we made the trek back down the mountain and around the outside of the city wall toward our hostel. When we got back around to the Damascus gate it was amazing to see the difference from last night. It was so quiet and quite deserted comparatively. All the vendor shops and parades were gone and we stood and watched many of the Jewish people pour out of the gate in their traditional Sabbath wear after what seemed to have been an evening prayer time. What a stark contrast from the marching band parade and crowds of people we'd seen only 24 hours earlier. We've now settled in for the evening and are enjoying the beginning of a much needed Sabbath. Tomorrow we hope to enjoy resting a bit, listening to a pre-downloaded sermon/Bible study on someone's computer and visting the Garden Tomb and perhaps one or two other sites within a short walking distance. Happy Sabbath!

~Audry~

It's a happy Thanksgiving in Amman!

It's Thursday...Thanksgiving in the States, the start of the Eid holiday here in Jordan.

Eid is a Muslim holiday celebrated in honor of Abraham's willingness to sacrifice Ishmael (not Isaac). Traditionally, families will roast a goat or a lamb and share it with friends and family and those less fortunate than themselves.

We had our Thanksgiving dinner this evening - roasted chicken

(turkey is a bit harder to get for a reasonable price)with all the regular works thanks to everyone helping with the menu! Eduardo even made an apple pie - Jordan has a way of bringing out hidden talents :)

Isam, the music teacher from the YMWA, was able to join for his first Thanksgiving dinner.

And thanks to the Schreibers,

we even had a few

autumn decorations!

We have a five-day break due to Eid, so we are heading to Jerusalem!

Our adventure begins bright and early in the morning...

We will explain the sweaters in a later post :)

Hit & Run

Thought I would share an interesting night with you all.
The other night Jamie and I were headed to my soccer practice and we found a cab right when we walked out of our apartment. We thought we were lucky because we usually have to walk a little before we can get one. He was very nice and spoke decent English. Right away he needed to do a U-turn to go the opposite way. When he did this there were 2 men walking on the side of the road, he stopped in the middle of his turn because he could not go any further since the walkers were in the way. I remember thinking, “woah! We got close to them.” We waited a couple seconds as the men kept walking so we could complete the turn. When the driver thought they were ahead enough to keep going he accelerated and completed the turn. Okay 1 problem… the men were not out of the way enough yet. WE ENDED UP HITTING THE GUY ON THE OUTSIDE WITH OUR BUMPER! I was watching the whole thing and knew before it happened what we were about to do. The car bumper hit him in the back of the knees, which forced him to sit on the car a little until we stopped. Jamie and I were probably as wide-eyed as we could get! The taxi driver got out of the car, we then saw him showing them were the sidewalk was and how to use it. (yeh right, Jordan has the worst sidewalk system I have seen and no one uses it because there is no point). The guy who got hit was okay but very very mad. He seems to exchange some not nice words as they began to argue. Next thing we know the guy who got hit turns around and comes back swinging a white paint bucket over his head trying to hit the taxi driver in the head with it! The friend of the guy who got hit stopped him. The only thing better than a video of this would have been a video of us in the back seat saying, “what do we do!” I realized I had my cell phone clenched in my hand but, let’s be real, who was I going to call! Anyways they kept yelling at each other until every now and then someone would step and try to fight where the friend would step in and stop them. This went on for a while. Finally the friend pushed the guy who got hit to just walk away and leave, we thought, “okay its over.” NOPE! Taxi driver all the sudden runs down the hill after them! We knew this was our escape. We ran out of the taxi back to our apartment and up the stairs. Audry laughs so hard now when she thinks about us stumbling in out of breath telling her the story. Only a minute later we saw out the window the taxi driver came back to his car and looked for us and then drove away. We thought it was safe to try again, so back out we went. We saw him parked only down the street a little talking to a guy again so we ran the other way and took the long way down to hill to find a different taxi. It was the craziest thing ever. WHO HITS A WALKER!! Just is just one of our many experiences that will be etched in our minds forever :)
Kelley

A Land to Call Home

I am the last of the five that you've not yet heard from! My name is Stephanie and I am volunteering at the Regional Human Security Centre as a researcher. Human security is an emerging paradigm that places the individual, not the State, at the center of the security issue. "To protect the vital core of all human lives in ways that enhance human freedoms and human fulfillment" lies at the heart of human security.

As this is a relatively new area of study for me, I've spent the last month or so reading everything I can get my hands on regarding human security and forced migration. Forced migration is the area in which I will be conducting my research, specifically looking at what the repercussions of displacement have been on the family lives of Iraqi children displaced in Jordan. I am looking forward to being able to have conversations with Iraqi children and families and hear their stories.

I was invited by one of my colleagues at the Centre to join her on a trip to the Gaza Refugee Camp, north of Amman near Jerash. I jumped at the opportunity to go, welcoming the chance to move from behind my desk to see and encounter the reality of what refugees experience every day. It's one thing to read about the issues, it's another to see the effects.

As we drove out to the camp, I learned some of the history of this particular refugee camp. In the words of my fellow researcher… "During the first Arab-Israeli war in 1948, Palestinians flooded into Gaza to escape the fighting. Gaza came under Egyptian control but the inhabitants were not granted Egyptian citizenship.

In 1967-68, it was time to move again. As the Gaza Strip was their last place of residence prior to their arrival in Jordan, and “people who lived in Gaza” were not, in political terms, a part of Palestine, this population was eligible for 'temporary' resident status." These refugees hold neither Palestinian citizenship nor Jordanian citizenship and barring a political miracle, never will.

The camp's conditions were pretty bad. The narrow streets are lined with housing, mostly consisting of one-room units with shared kitchen and bathroom space. There are often families of up to 10-13 people living in one of these units. Open drains carry waste and sewage through the dusty streets. These "temporary" settlements of cinderblock walls and corrugated metal roofs are now over 40 years old.

What struck me most, though, was not the condition of the camp. It was the fact that these people do not have any citizenship. Their identity does not lie with any State or nation. They have no land to call their own.

What began as a temporary solution has become a protracted situation. As my time here in Jordan continues, I am beginning to see first-hand how "people have been deprived of effective solutions to a wide range of issues”…how much we really do need God’s kingdom to come.

Right at Home

Marhaba! Hola a todos! Hello to everyone. My name is Eduardo Elizondo. My wife Stephanie and I are on the Jordan project this year and we are very happy to be here serving, learning and experiencing new things. I am an accountant by trade and here in Jordan I have been working with the Amman Baccalaureate School (ABS) in the finance department. I have also been coaching soccer in the afternoons. We are going to have our first tournament this weekend! Both opportunities to serve here have been very rewarding so far.

Since today is my first time posting to the blog, I wanted to talk a little bit about Jordan in general from my perspective. Jordan is a great country. Since our arrival here, I have felt at home. Being originally from Mexico, I have found many similarities between the two countries. The first thing that reminded me of the place where I grew up in central Mexico is the weather. It is hot and dry here in Jordan and I love it! Another similarity that I found is that the food is great! Mexican and Jordanian cuisine are definitely different, but they both have a lot of flavor and variety. Actually, if you think about it, they are the same but different: Mexico has tortillas, Jordan has pita bread, mexico has refried beans, Jordan has hummus made of chickpeas, Mexico has salsa, in Jordan there is Turkish salad, Mexico has tacos al pastor (which I don't eat because its pork) but it looks exactly like the shawerma in Jordan! (except I can eat shawerma because its chicken or lamb/beef). Other minor similarities would be that people love football here (soccer of course), and that I have seen a lot of donkeys around, just like back home (hence the pictures above).

However, the similarity that I have been most happy about is that the people are friendly, like in my native Mexico. People here say hi to you all the time and smile. Even if they do not know English, they still talk to you, smile, and try to make contact with you. People are really welcoming and it has been very refreshing to be in a culture that is so relationship based like it is in my country (more on relationship based cultures in my next post).

All these similarities have made me feel right at home from the beginning...now I just need to pick up the language. Jordan has a lot to offer and we are certainly very blessed to be here serving and getting to know the people and the culture.

Expecting the UNEXPECTED

Hello to everyone out there! I hope everyone had a wonderful FOT, I think I can speak for all of us and say that we had a very nice time in Bangkok. Now, since I am speaking for everyone I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jamie Franks and I have lived most of my life somewhere in Texas, although over the last few years I have been in the Cincinnati area. During my stay here in Jordan I have been and will be working at the YMWA center for special education along with Kelley Schreiber. Most recently I have been assisting in music class and will soon be starting to teach first aid classes as well as English.

So far everything about this experience has been amazing and I will probably be attempting to put it in to words for years to come. However, I would like to share something that I personally enjoy about traveling and living in another country. It is something that has an impact on all five of us daily, and could at times if you let it become a negative experience. This thing is to always try to be ready for and anticipate the unexpected. Some days it seems as though we can not "assume" that we know anything for certain. For instance, one might assume that because I am helping out in music class that I am talented in this area. Your assumption would not be correct. I had no idea this is the area I would be initially helping in, but I have had the opportunity to work with an excellent teacher and along the way have learned to play a pretty mean tambourine. Another example happened just the other day. I was sitting in my classroom playing with the students when someone came to the door and asked me to follow them somewhere. She only spoke a little english so I was not sure where we were headed. Due to my lack of arabic following others without knowing where I am going has become a common practice for me here. Anyways, as we are walking she does manage to tell me, "you teach english now." This is something that I was NOT EXPECTING. There had been some talk of one of us possibly teaching English in the future, but the who, what and where were still in question to my knowledge. I began to panic a little during our short walk to the classroom. My mind began to race with possible lesson plans. You must also keep in mind that by trade I am not a teacher, so the list of lesson plans running through my head were very short. Ahhh, but then it hit me! I suddenly realized that my English had to be far better than my tambourine playing and that I should be fine with winging it for just one day. In the end everything worked out fine, and I am very excited about spending time this week planning for class next week.



This is just one example of some of the unexpected things that go on daily in our lives. I personally really do find it exciting to not know for certain what might happen from day to day. We are constantly thrown into situations that are outside of our comfort zones which can be frustrating and intimidating at times, but it makes for one more thing that we can cross off our list of things accomplished or at least attempted in life. All the situations usually have happy endings, and they make for great stories and dinner conversations. Life continues to be exciting here in Jordan!

Official Update

Wow. The month has flown by. There is so much to catch you guys up on I think I will try to do an overview and then maybe we can come back to go more in depth. For starter, I’m Kelley! I’m from the Austin, Minneapolis, & St. Paul, Minnesota congregations. (Yeh I just can’t pick) but originally grew up in the Austin one with Steve Myers as the minister. I graduated from college (in Minneapolis) last December with a B.A. in studio art, concentrating on Graphic Design.

Here in Jordan I am working at the YMWA, also referred at the Bunyat School. This is the school for the mentally challenged. Jamie is also at the school with me. We have been waking up at about 5:30 a.m. and taking an 1 ½ hour school bus in the morning for transportation. Our school has 3 sections. A pre-school, a school (k-4^th grade), and vocational section (age 18+). This month I have been working in the school section in art class. Art is a nice thing to help with because none of the student speak English so it is nice to have something to do with our hands that we can communicate to them with. Other than that we smile a lot of wave and say hi, how are you, since that’s the most Arabic we know so far and the most English they know.

Me with kids @ school

Some of the teachers speak English and the art teacher I have been with does well so I have really enjoyed getting to know her. Rumor has it that we will be switching this next week to another part of the school until we have tried them all and then we will decide were we/they think we fit best.

Other than school our days have been filled with Ramadan, Iftars, trips to places like Mt. Nebo, the Dead Sea, Jerash, Petra, Wadi Rum & having visitors. I will briefly go into these and then hopefully someone else can expand!

Ramadan was all last month and just ended. This is when they fast during the daylight hours. The iftars are the dinners that they have after sundown during Ramadan. We have been to 2 iftars, one having Price Hassan (the late King's brother) and his wife Princess Sarvath, and the other just Princess Sarvath.

On weekends we have taken a couple trips, Mt. Nebo is a view in which the bible describes Moses was on, the Dead Sea, where we floated in the salty sea as well as had full body mud masks, and the Wadi Rum desert where we went camping and toured the place on a jeep. Mr. Horchak (minister from Dallas and our project coordinator) came for a week to visit as well as Mr. Clay Thorton & Clint Porter, who are the video guys at the home office that followed us around for a week and will later produce a video about this Youth Corps project. With them we visited Jerash & Petra.

Okay so I think without any details and being completely boring you are all now caught up! We will be traveling to Bangkok, Thailand for the feast and leave Thursday. We are all very excited about that.

Mt. Nebo

Petra

Dead Sea

Jerash

Wadi Rum

Here is a short video tour of our apartment here in Jordan.

Kelley

Clarity

I have begun my time here in Amman, Jordan volunteering as a teacher at Amman Baccalaureate School. I have been assigned as the KG Media Specialist (teaching ICT skills and helping in the library), but was asked to serve in a different role for the first few days because one of the classroom teachers was on maternity leave; instead of beginning in the library I helped in an Arabic Kindergarten classroom. The head of the KG said that I was needed mostly for crowd control. I wanted to be of help in any way I could. The other teacher gave all the directions in Arabic and would occasionally reference my name; I felt inadequate because even after asking I felt like I could not completely understand what she was asking of me. The first day I was very overwhelmed and knew I would have to approach it a little differently to give my best and get the most out of it. After thinking on it I realized how much I rely on having clarity to take any steps forward in life. I was relying on knowing exactly what the other teacher was saying in Arabic to be of any help. Even though I've been told time and again and understood to a certain extent that life and situations in it are not always black and white, this experience helped me to think about that in a different way. Instead of letting lack of clarity overwhelm me to the point of inaction I needed to search through the circumstance for any thing I could possibly understand to be of service. I know this year is just beginning and there will be lots of unknowns, but it will be much more valuable for all involved to approach it with a constant seeking attitude and not neglecting to do whatever I know is important and is needful. I've been in and out of a few of the classrooms now and teaching my own ICT lessons in the library. My role definitely has definition but the clarity is not always there especially since it's new to me. As I've approached it doing the best I can with what I understand, not letting the unknowns push me to inaction the days have been much more rewarding. I've even learned how to count to ten in Arabic from one of the Kindergarten students. :)

~Audry~

Interesting Facts

-Independence from Britain in 1946
-Current King: Abdullah 2 Bin Al Hussein (since 1999)
-Shares boarder with Syria, Iraq, Palestine, & Israel
-92,300 sq. kilometers
-Jordan’s population 5.7 million Amman’s population 2 million
-Language: Arabic
-Religion: 95% of the population are Sunni Muslim (Islam official religion)
-Ramadan: Holy month of fasting from sunrise to sunset. No food, drink, or smoke while sun is up. No alcohol sold all month. (2009 Ramadan is from 8/21 to 9/19)
-Currency is Jordanian Dinar (JD) Right now 1JD=1.41USD
-Our transportation: taxis & buses
-Work week: Sunday-Thursday (Friday & Saturday=weekend)

Al Bedaya

The beginning...

We have been in the lovely country of Jordan for two weeks now. We have been settling into our flats and getting acquainted with the various projects we will be working on. The city of Amman has offered us many new experiences in the way of people, sights, food: we have watched beautiful sunsets, practised our Arabic in the plethora of yellow taxis, climbed some of the ruins of Jerash, eaten the best falafel we’ve ever had and basked in the warm sun on our rooftop pinching ourselves to remind us that this is not a dream. It is the beginning of the wonderful opportunity we have to live in Amman, Jordan for the next 10 months. It will be a journey…a journey with ups and downs, joys and challenges. We look forward to sharing the journey with you.

We want to thank those who have come before us. You have set the bar high and paved the way. We have been warmly received at our various projects in large part because of the example you set, the relationships you built and the mark that you left at ABS, YMWA and the RHSC. Shukran!

-Jamie, Kelley, Audry, Stephanie and Eduardo