{"id":479,"date":"2013-12-20T10:45:31","date_gmt":"2013-12-20T15:45:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=479"},"modified":"2014-08-04T19:46:35","modified_gmt":"2014-08-04T23:46:35","slug":"pictures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=479","title":{"rendered":"Pictures!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In searching my hard drive for something else, I found a zip file my father gave me of pictures he&#8217;d taken when he visited me in Jordan. I&#8217;d completely forgotten about them and it was such a wonderful experience seeing them again. I feel nostalgic and homesick for the place I&#8217;ve called Dir Edis!<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t want to post pictures of recognizable people, so most of them won&#8217;t go online. But here are a few pictures of places I&#8217;ve mentioned in these posts.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>The post office\/bus stop in Dir Edis:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/post-office-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-520\" alt=\"post office 2\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/post-office-2.jpg\" width=\"525\" height=\"325\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/post-office-2.jpg 687w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/post-office-2-300x186.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 525px) 100vw, 525px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>An artfully-cropped photo of me in my first kitchen, with the <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=334\">gas canister of death<\/a>, a hot-box oven, and my sorry attempt at a plate of <em>malfoof<\/em>. (Fortunately, Amira sent over a plate of<em>\u00a0<\/em>her stuffed cabbage the next day, so my dad got to taste the good stuff.)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/ktichen.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-510\" alt=\"ktichen\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/ktichen.jpg\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/ktichen.jpg 525w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/ktichen-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 525px) 100vw, 525px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The Valley bus station in Irbid, where I spent <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=144\">many<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=183\">many<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=146\">many<\/a> happy hours.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bus-station-square-in-irbid.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-509\" alt=\"bus station square in irbid\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bus-station-square-in-irbid.jpg\" width=\"556\" height=\"353\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bus-station-square-in-irbid.jpg 705w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bus-station-square-in-irbid-300x190.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 556px) 100vw, 556px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The kitchen in my second house, including the window through which <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=60\">my correspondent-in-the-tree slipped two notes.<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kitchen.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-513\" alt=\"kitchen\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kitchen.jpg\" width=\"544\" height=\"357\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kitchen.jpg 696w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kitchen-300x196.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 544px) 100vw, 544px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The bathroom <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=321\">in which I almost died.<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bathroom.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-508\" alt=\"bathroom\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bathroom.jpg\" width=\"419\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bathroom.jpg 453w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bathroom-209x300.jpg 209w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 419px) 100vw, 419px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The views from the roof of my first house. First facing north (the brown haze is Syria and Mount Hermon), and second facing east towards&#8230; Iraq, I guess, a long way away.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof-3.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-518\" alt=\"view from roof 3\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof-3.jpg\" width=\"532\" height=\"399\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof-3.jpg 532w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof-3-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 532px) 100vw, 532px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-519\" alt=\"view from roof\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof.jpg\" width=\"537\" height=\"342\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof.jpg 687w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/view-from-roof-300x191.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 537px) 100vw, 537px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=231\">The first school at which I taught<\/a>. At the time, it was the only girls&#8217; school in the village.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/school-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-516\" alt=\"school 2\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/school-2.jpg\" width=\"583\" height=\"370\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/school-2.jpg 705w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/school-2-300x190.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 583px) 100vw, 583px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And last (for now) but not least, Madaba&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=294\">Jerusalem <em>fesifusa<\/em><\/a>!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/madaba-mosaic.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-514\" alt=\"madaba mosaic\" src=\"https:\/\/diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/madaba-mosaic.jpg\" width=\"579\" height=\"382\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/madaba-mosaic.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/madaba-mosaic-300x198.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 579px) 100vw, 579px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In searching my hard drive for something else, I found a zip file my father gave me of pictures he&#8217;d taken when he visited me in Jordan. I&#8217;d completely forgotten about them and it was such a wonderful experience seeing them again. I feel nostalgic and homesick for the place I&#8217;ve called Dir Edis! I &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/?p=479\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Pictures!&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":520,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[4,6,9,10],"class_list":["post-479","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-travel","tag-arabic","tag-jordan","tag-peace-corps","tag-travel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/479","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=479"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/479\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":559,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/479\/revisions\/559"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=479"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=479"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaryofthedesert.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=479"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}