Musings in a Jordanian Cafe

I can’t sleep. I wonder how many times my mattress has played host to the insomniac tourist; too many to count probably. I just hope this bed has learned not to take it personally. 

“It’s not you it’s me,” I feel tempted to say.

This evening, I had a cup of tea at a place called the, Art Gallery Cafe on the corner of Al-Rainbow and Uthman Bin Affan Street. It was a cozy little spot that reminded me of a sidewalk café in Europe.

I overheard four-twenty something’s philosophize about travel, dating, and work. The most notable sound bites was one man’s claim that whales didn’t have faces. 

I'm still pondering that one.

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