Back in the Middle East!

We took Delta’s inaugural flight from Salt Lake City to London, so there was a party at the Salt Lake airport gate, with a spread of refreshments and several television cameras capturing the moment.

In London, owing probably to fatigue, I adjusted my watch incorrectly and we nearly missed our next flight.  That’s two errors in the past two months.  Am I losing the flawless perfection that was once my most obvious and defining characteristic?

Then a quick flight to Rome — there was actually method in our madness, or, at least there seemed to be when we made the reservations — and, from there, an only slightly longer flight to Amman, Jordan.

En route, I caught a glimpse of my beloved Alps.  And then, if I’m not mistaken, we flew over the Bay of Naples.

Amazing.  What would Caesar or Paul or even Brother Brigham have thought?

I’m tired, and this wasn’t the most efficient arrangement of flights.  Still, even so, we we’re in the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan less than twenty-four hours after leaving Deseret.  And, along the way, we spent time in London and in Rome.  (Of course, we didn’t get to spend any time with Queen Elizabeth II or Pope Francis.  Maybe next time.)

Amman has changed dramatically since my first visit back in 1978.  It was a relatively small town then.  And the new airport, opened about two years ago, is magnificent.

Posted from Amman, Jordan