I arrived in Jordan late — at around midnight. I stepped off the plane, saying goodbye to my plush accommodations of comfortable, roomy seating, gourmet meals, and attentive and plentiful flight attendants. There was also no recognizable air conditioning in the airport, but it didn’t need it. The air, although a bit more humid, is much cooler here. Trees actually dot the countryside. But the highlight? Working class Arabs. Everywhere. That’s right, folks, the people who work in Jordanian airports are, for the most part, actually Jordanian. Take that, Kuwait!