“Look!” he said while we were near the Third Circle. “There’s a rainbow in the sky.”
I was being nice enough to drive him home, and he was making fun of my uncanny ability to enjoy playing pretend at the ripe old age of 27. Boys.
I decided to play along. “Oh, what a beautiful one too.” I said. “Look at those brilliant colors.”
“There’s blue,” he said, waving at the dark night sky.
“And pink!” I added, as I drove around the Second Circle.
“Indeed, such a gorgeous rainbow.”
“A RAINBOW!” he yelled, as we approached the First Circle.
“Oh, my, a real Rainbow.”
“Here, drop me off at the beginning of the Rainbow.”
And at the beginning of the Rainbow he walked off.
Al-Rainbow is one of my very favorite things about Amman, and mostly because of the name.