I got some sort of bug yesterday and got sick while at the center in Madaba (it might have been from something I ate, I'm better now). I came back to village, still sick. In America, we usually let said sick person go "sleep it off". In Jordan, we surround sick person, offer every type of herbal and home remedy, blame the cold weather, and tell neighbors that the person is sick so that they can come over and offer condolences. It's a bit overwhelming in the moment, but ultimately very sweet. I was given yogurt with garlic chunks in it (not so bad but far from delicious) and several blankets and sage tea (which is actually really good and soothing) and was not allowed to move away from the space heater. I kept crying. I felt terrible, I was exhausted, and also extremely moved that they took such good care of me! Noor (age 7) was diligent in wiping away my tears with a tissue and Jana (4) put stickers all over my forehead. I'm not sure if that's part of the healing process, but it made me smile anyway. 

I got to bed at a reasonable hour and had to teach this morning. I woke up not feeling great, but decided to go anyway because we're only at the school twice this week. I'm glad I did. I am learning that I do love teaching. Ever since I was little I've wanted to be a teacher but have always had my ifs, ands and buts about it. These past couple of years, and past few weeks in particular, have confirmed that it is something I genuinely enjoy doing. And that is a wonderful feeling.