“We landed at Queen ‘Alia International Airport. It was early evening (and Monday, I later figured out, rather than Sunday, like when we took off). We deplaned, passing signs in Arabic and English. A man awaited us with a sign reading ‘King’s Academy’. We gathered, and another man collected our passports. As I gave him mine, I told him that I would like him to get me a multiple-entry visa. ”
(Blogmeister’s note: Comforting words for his mom, I’m sure.)
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