Posts Tagged ‘Final night’
Well, here I am, on the verge of the end and still scrambling. I feel like a crazy person, with my notebook, pencils and loose scraps of paper on which I have scribbled names, phone numbers or interview notes fluttering around me as I frantically tap away at my keyboard. I am currently working on my final (and only) 2 stories from Turkey. The first, which I believe I have now officially completed (just waiting to hear back from either Geoff or Carlene, now…) about the mosaics and restoration of Hagia Sophia, and the other about Turkey’s bid to enter the European Union.
I am exhausted; I have had 2 hours of sleep in the last 52 hours– not great, or healthy– by any means. My room service just arrived- a plate of french fries, at 2:30 am- and I am surrounded by my peers. Kaileigh, Rob, Ryan, Catherine, Michele, Erin, Jess, Ally, Catherine and I are all working on our final news packages. Erin, Ally, Ryan and Michele are just here for moral support; they are all *lucky enough to be done with their work here.
*I’m not sure if it’s quite luck, though. Maybe they’re just better reporters, and were able to pull their stories together at a faster pace. Maybe I need to take notes on their outstanding performance throughout this program. Truly remarkable work they have done over the last 5 weeks. View examples of all of those stories here, Michele’s here, Erin’s here and Ally’s here.
I’ll keep this short, since I have much to do between now and takeoff from Ataturk International Airport at 12:15 pm.
Many more posts to come, recapping more of the trip. Whether or not those go up while I am still actually overseas remains to be seen, but I am doing my best. I also have a few drafts of random thoughts that need completion. Keep an eye on this blog in the next 2-3 days…
After returning to Amman from Salt, I was able to observe national pride, as it was Jordan’s independence day. Everyone in the city was happy, flying the flag and parading down the streets. Helicopters and jets flew over the city throughout the day and shook the city.
I went to Strand Café in Shmeissani, where Lauryn and I feverishly worked on our story. We had a great interview with Dr. Tatyana El-Kour, who is the national program officer for health promotion at the World Health Organization in Jordan.
As the day came to an end, I walked up and down the street, where people filled the cafes, celebrating the day with coffee, narghile and music. It seemed that everyone in Shmeissani was out there. I returned to my homestay around 2am, and spent most of the early morning packing.
As the dark night became morning, I noticed a man walking up and down the street washing all of the cars. How kind of him. He reminded me of my dad who, if he had the time, would wash every car in our neighborhood. It’s something that has always been a relaxing hobby of his, and this man must feel the same way.
Amman, I will miss you.