Global Financial Crisis!!!!!

aka. I have no idea what that even means. No, really. When did money become not actually money? Someone should explain.

We (Jared and myself) are sitting in the "World News Cafe" in the Amman airport (we decided to forgo both the Starbucks and the Cinnabon, sorry Becky), and the BBC news in on silent, with lots of people talking with the words "GLOBAL FINANCIAL CRISIS" constantly scrolling under their faces. Also, apparently science just proved that our consciousness is separate from our bodies.

We arrive in Delhi tomorrow morning (tonight?) at 3:30 am, officially the worst time of all the 24 hours.

==>Jared interjects<== Hey what's up, this is Jared. I just wanted to say that this experience underlined my view that Jordan sucks. India is going to be way better. Hope they don't arrest me for writing that. ==>end of interjection<==

Extra points to anyone who can explain the global financial crisis before we get to India. Go.

Also, a real story from my trip. So the other day, Jared and Marissa and I went to the Dead Sea. It was actually pretty gross, all oily in a way I didn't know that water could be, even though the whole floating up high thing was pretty cool. But then after we trekked through the brush (deserts, weird) to find the road to go back to Jerusalem, the bus drove right past us. So we decided to hitchhike, which I've never done before (there was a boy there, mom, so no worries). Surprisingly, it worked, and the second car who drove past picked us up and took us to a stop that the bus actually stops at. They were a lovely settler couple, so we steered clear of politics and talked about the Appalachian trail, which they had just hiked for a few months.

There you go, my first hitchhiking experience: about 15 minutes long and with some Israeli settlers. Adventures in the Holy Land indeed.