Arrival

Queen Alia International Airport is a far cry from JFK; rather small, somewhat dingy, and not a little chaotic. When I arrived at the terminal, I was momentarily shocked to see people smoking around the baggage claim, until I remembered that I was no longer in the United States and that smoking in public places is not only legal here but de rigueur. (Incidentally, there was a “No Smoking” sign hanging from the ceiling, but nobody seemed to pay it much heed).