P-Tribe's Trip

In the Name of Allah, Most Merciful and Compassionate: There are four people in P-Tribe: a man, his wife, and their two daughters. One of the girls is 5 years old. The other is 9 months. P-Tribe is from California. They'll be living in Jordan for the next 12 to 15 months, God willing, studying Arabic and soaking up local culture. This is what happens.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Gearing Up

We are less than one week out from our departure. Al'hamdu'lillah, it's been a pretty productive week. Went out for more shopping- socks, sweaters, and such. I still need a coat, though.

I don't know anything about coats. I started reading a bit about them. There's all kinds: car coats, toggle coats, duffle coats, trench coats, pea coats, barn coats, Depakotes.

Depakote is actually anti-seizure medication. You might consider taking some before you go coat shopping. It really is pretty hard. Part of the problem is trying to understand what people mean when they say "cold." We're from southern California. Cold is when you think maybe you'll go outside without your sunglasses. Thankfully, I got this bit of advice from another man who's been through a Jordanian winter or two. He said to bring:

"A good jacket to retain heat and keep you dry. This will literally help you adjust to the weather. Again, the only things to keep in mind is that it needs to keep the water out and keep the body heat in."

That narrows things down a bit. Now in addition to the selection of coats mentioned above, I am also free to consider a wetsuit, or perhaps a Hefty bag. He went on to suggest that I also bring:

"A good beanie, scarf, etc that will keep your head, neck and ears warm. I have heard that you can find these items here downtown but they may be a bit hard to find."

Hard to find? How necessary could they be? Don't the locals have heads, necks, and ears? How come they don't need this stuff? Hardy folks, these Jordanians.

I'm taking his advice, though. I'm not Jordanian. I'm half Syrian, part German, and part Wuss. Besides, I like the way I look in a beanie, like a sailor, or a criminal, but in a good way. If it turns out that I don't need the stuff, I can always sell it off to some local considering the apparent shortage of cold weather apparel.

In reality, however, my clothing options are limited by my available finances, which is to say that I will likely freeze to death. This past week saw me make the markedly gallant gesture of presenting my wife with a diamond engagement ring. I won't say where I got it, except to hint that it's a famous store with a name that rhymes with "epiphanies."

An epiphany is a sudden realization, like when you walk out of a jewelry store and think to yoursefl, "Oh my God- I just blew my housing budget on a bit of twinkle."

Like I said, it was an engagement ring. I couldn't afford one when we were courting, so I only bought her the wedding band. But, al'hamdu'lillah, I have recently achieved great financial success in a very short period of time through my most recent business venture, namely, selling my stuff and moving in with my mother-in-law. Wife now wears the resultant dividends on her finger. She's happy and that makes me happy, but kind of broke also. Wal'hamdu'lillah.

Looking forward to packing.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Shoes and Haircuts

We'll be leaving for Jordan in 15 days, insha'Allah. Lots of shopping anymore. And haircuts. That's were the family went off to today, to get 5y's hair done. Wife asks this morning, "Can I take 5y to the salon?"

"No."

"Well, then can I take her to get her hair cut?"

"That's fine, yes."

Sometimes you just have to lay it down. So they're off getting 5y preened.

I bought some shoes yesterday. They're sort of a cross between sneakers and sandals. What you end up with is a lot of rocks in your shoes. I imagine such hybrid footwear will easily accumulate more stones than any other shoe on the market. I'm going to keep them. I got them a half size larger so I can wear them with wool socks in the winter time.

That's what I'm telling myself, anyway. Truth is most stores don't carry my size. I would ask why, except that the answer is painfully obvious:

"Do you see that sign, sir? It says MEN's shoes."

But, al'hamdu'lillah, at a half size too large I get to wear wool socks with them. So now, not only are my shoes part sneaker and part sandal, with the addition of wool socks they become four-season foot armor.

It seems the folks just got back home.

5y: "I got a haircut. It was a fun one. There was a stage and they asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. I rode a zebra! I went to the salon!"

Hello? Treachery?

Wife: "We went to Newport Beach, Fashion Island."

Oh really? I'm limping around in oversized pebble magnets because they were blowing them out at the shoe store, and my wife and children are skipping through Fashion Island with all the other OC glitter zombies. I assure you, such behavior would not be tolerated, except that wife, quite obviously sensing the storm brewing deep within me, has just brought me a luke-warm bowl of macaroni.

I will eat and, insha'Allah, I will forgive.