A mid-career Fulbright Scholar in Amman, Jordan for the academic year 2009-2010, I've got my 16-year old daughter in tow -- or is she towing me? As we come around the final stretch, Katie is taking her 10th grade finals. I am working with professional media and young documentary filmmakers and writing proposals for possible gigs here next year. After nearly a year the morning rooster crowing is not any nicer. The breeze through our apartment remains delightful. And the separate details of the daily calls to prayer are coming in to sharp relief. The morning (fajr) call still sounds like a choir of angels through the blur of sleep. Increasingly Amman feels like home. And like many homes, it's full of surprises.
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