<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Jordan</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/jordan?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/jordan</link><description>Jordan</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Coming of Age,  From Baghdad to Amman]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A386-2004Oct1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/jordan</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A386-2004Oct1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/asiamideast/jordan</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:39:24 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[My American hips weren't cooperating. Iyad, the hunky Jordanian taking pity on me, could see this. My Iraqi translator could see this. In fact, I was certain that everyone in the downtown Amman disco could see that I was a dancing disaster, as Iyad tried to guide me in rhythm to the pumping beat of Arabic pop filling the dark, smoky nightclub.]]></description><author> Jackie Spinner</author></item></channel></rss>