Livin' it up in the transjordan

We made it to Jordan, and its a great place. Better still, we are being taken care of pretty well too. At least in Amman. We arrived late (or really early the next day) on Tuesday and got a ride from the airport in to town-it wasn't quite a taxi, just a guy making money on the side, if we were stopped by the police we were to tell them that we'd all been friends for two years. Carl's parents are friends with a Jordanian family that lives in Amman, the capital city. Lucky for us the want to take us in as guests. Everyone in the house speaks english, even the maid, yeah, they have a maid that's there all day. Sana (the mom) cooks us proper Jordanian food and helps us figure out where to go. The official language in Jordan is Arabic, but many people speak english-though not taxi drivers.
The main things to do in the capital are see some of the ancient roman ruins and walk through the town. Both of these can be done in one day, but you need to be prepared to spend alot of time walking in the hot Middle Eastern sun. On Wednesday we watched Germany beat Turkey in a nice restaurant, we were rooting for Germany, most of the other patrons were supporting Turkey. On Thursday we did the sightseeing bit, burning plenty of calories and large areas of skin as well. To recuperate we went to a hamman in the evening. Hammans are traditional Turkish bathhouses. You go through a progression of steam room, jacuzzi, hot rock bed, scrub, hot rock bed again, and the massage, with dead sea mud mask. It all sounds very girly, but in Jordan (not officially a Muslim country but with a big majority of Muslim population) its all separated by gender. Women can use it to 6 pm, men after, so it was an entirely masculine affair.
ok, for now this is where I stop, my time on the computer is run out, and the spell checkers not working, so I'll polish this and finish it later, peace!