Just a hop, skip, and an hour flight to Jordan

I spent the night at Auntie Samia's gorgeous Beirut home and could clearly see why some people choose never to leave Lebanon. A huge apartment in an awesome city with a maid and a view of the beach? Yes please. Sign me up.
I realized in Beirut that I had forgotten my book (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo- so good so far) so Randa lent me a Chelsea Handler book. I read and laughed out loud for almost an hour before we went to bed. Randa and I, as per usual, slept in the same bed. I didn't remember my arm hurting through the night until Randa mentioned that she fell asleep on it haha. Yeah, it's like that.
When we woke up, I started to make the bed. Randa stopped me and said "Hi that's what the maid is for." Duh, Leyla. So I stopped. If I ever even bothered to make my bed at home I would totally get a maid.

We took a very fast taxi to the airport and hopped in line to check bags and go through security. Randa obviously took note of every attractive person around. We watched one guy that we hoped would be on our flight unpack and repack his bag in adoration. When he lifted up his bag, however, a red liquid remained on the floor underneath it. Hawaiian punch? Blood? Either way, I decided that he wasn't worth pursuing as my future husband.
We finally got through security, where I was pulled aside and frisked for the first time ever! I wouldn't have been surprised anywhere else- usually I'm the only arab around. But in Beirut? Like the girl travelling on an American passport is going to blow up the airport- COME ON!
At the gate, an instrumental version of Bryan Adams' "Everything I Do" played. Randa was thrilled. To pass time, I gave Randa a french manicure with my new kit (thanks for the idea Baker). Randa went to the bathroom and came out hysterical, exlaiming "I had my pants on backwards!" I peed. Honestly, who lets us travel together?

After a quick flight, we got to Jordan where a man in a suit named Khalid waited holding a sign with our names on it! He was super nice and guided us through the customs process. He then led us to our driver, another very nice Jordanian man that drove us to the Movenpick resort at the Dead Sea. Our room is gorgeous. 2 beds, unfortunately, but chances are good that we'll sleep in the same one anyway. And all the goodies in the minibar are free! We immediately put swim suits on and head the the pool- also gorgeous. There are few things cooler than a beautiful pool with a view of the beach. It's so hot that we have to get up every 10 minutes or so and get in the water to cool off. After lounging at the pool for a few hours we decided to get in the Dead Sea. It's true, you float. You have to float. There's no way to not float. And you look like a retard trying. Trust me. Floating was cool but other than that, I found the Dead Sea a bit painful. The insane amount of salt BURNS. We stayed in for about 10 minutes then got our. My skin does feel soft though!
We headed back to another beautiful pool, ate half a fresh pineapple, then left when we got way too hot to tan anymore. I'm not quite black yet, but the tan is coming along. We showered and decided to eat a fancy dinner. There is an Australian steakhouse at the resort so we dressed up a bit and went. I wore my blue strapless Urban dress and gold sandals. The steak was BANGIN'. And the wine (red!) wasn't bad either. We were so drained from travelling and the sun, though, that we headed upstairs afterwards and watched Pretty Woman (Ange, who loves that movie?) We fell asleep sometime in the middle and awoke in the middle of the night to what sounded like an explosion. Randa: "was that a bomb?" Me: "I don't know" and continued snoring. We still have no clue what it was.