Getting in to Jordan was a real change. The people in the airport smiled, and were friendly. When I mumbled the 4 words of Arabic that I know they looked like they were happy I made the effort. My "shukran"s (thank yous) got answered with enthusiastic "afwan"s (your welcomes). None of that happened in Lebanon. They my be just very unused to western tourists there.
We had a late dinner at what I was told was the best pizza place in Amman. My only Jordanian meal (except for the Kit Kat I had for breakfast Friday morning) was pizza. I have to come back to Jordan some time.
We went to a supermarket in Amman, and I was pleased to discover that here one can purchase Coca-Cola in no less than six different sizes.