Amman or Bust

Hello!
I am writing this to you from the beautiful city of Paris (aka CDG airport), where we have a layover en route from DC to Amman. Though it's 8 am here, we found a cafe that serves wine. Seeing that it's 1 am back home, we felt as if it was our duty to partake of the local beverages. There's an interesting smell here - it's either frommage or my feet after the long flight. Either way, I have no interest in eating it.
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So when I left off we were in the Paris airport. We got a little drunk there. (Hoh hoh hoh hoh!) I fell asleep (passed out) in the plane and when I awoke - Amman! It was dark when we landed, and after a slightly harrowing experience with security (they had thermo-scanners and wanted to keep Nicole behind because her body temp was elevated and they thought she had swine flu) we caught a cab to our first stop - the Caravan hotel. We immediately passed out, only to be awoken at 4 am by the call to prayer. I can't even tell you how hauntingly beautiful it was! Even you - lover of sleep that you are - would have appreciated the unexpected wake up call.