I actually found a hotel with one room left within walking distance of the house of one set of friends who live in the Baka neighborhood. Was picked up just before it was officially Erev Shabbat and whisked away to Ein Kerem for dinner with a second bunch of friends. Ein Kerem is the small town that John the Baptist was from. Much wine at dinner. I’m sure I had a great time!
A lovely Shabbat morning, but with nothing to do until lunchtime, it was rather lonely. Especially when nothing is open except the small supermarket up the street, and you need to walk anywhere anyway, since all of your friends are observant and therefore refuse to mess with cars today. One definitely has to admire a religion that provides for 1 Friday night party per week for its members. Jews invented the weekend. What more can a person want, I ask you?
Finally got a taxi driver to get me back to Yafo, and here I sit in my relatively cool and dark room, wondering if I dare risk heat stroke by walking to the beach…
[risk it!]
[I dunno… you’re just my subconscious and can’t fit into the bathing suit anyways.]
[Oh, all right…]
white pebble 