Day18: Tales in a Teacup

Today, I found myself enveloped in the aromatic world of Jordanian coffee. The streets of Amman buzzed with life, but amidst the hustle, I discovered a quaint coffee shop that promised a traditional Jordanian coffee-making session. The owner, a kind gentleman named Malik, welcomed me with a warm smile. He shared tales of his ancestors, emphasizing the significance of coffee in Jordanian culture. It's not just a beverage; it's an experience, a ritual, and a symbol of hospitality.

Malik demonstrated the meticulous process, from selecting the beans to the final pour. The beans, he explained, were lightly roasted, ground to a fine powder, and then brewed in a special pot called a "dallah." The aroma was intoxicating, a blend of coffee with hints of cardamom. As the coffee simmered, Malik spoke of the etiquette of serving and consuming this cherished drink. The first cup, he said, is the taste of life, the second the taste of love, and the third the taste of death. It's a poetic way to describe the strength and flavor profile of each subsequent pour.

As I sipped the rich brew, I felt an overwhelming sense of connection. Not just to Malik or the coffee shop, but to generations of Jordanians who have shared stories, laughter, and moments of reflection over countless cups of coffee. Today wasn't about sightseeing or ticking off tourist spots; it was about immersing myself in a centuries-old tradition and feeling the heartbeat of Amman. As the sun set, casting a golden hue over the city, I left the coffee shop with a heart full of gratitude and a newfound appreciation for the simple yet profound joys of travel.