We found this beautiful park not far from our apartment in Jebel Webdeh. It's quite the discovery because, as you can see, it has grass. In a country like Jordan, grassy areas are few and far between. Little Miriam Damascus loved running around on the lawn and finding little treasures to pick up and surreptitiously attempt to put in her mouth, like rocks, pinecones, and discarded cigarette butts.
So today, hot though it is, I took Miriam to the park. I rolled the stroller into the shade, lifted Miriam out, and set her free on the beautiful green grass. About 60 seconds later (Miriam hadn't even found a rock to put in her mouth yet), a man who I presume is a park employee came over and told me that playing on the grass is forbidden.
I should have known it was too good to be true. But I'm not sure why we were able to play on it before without being told it was forbidden.
I took Miriam over to the concrete area and she still had fun running around, but it just wasn't the same. I guess she'll have to wait until we get back to America to play on grass. Except actually, there's no grass in Tucson either...