I am in here.
So I’m the only one in the First Class of El Al’s flight 007 to JFK. (Modern times sure bring us odd-looking integers and initials, don’t they?) I sleep on the floor on a futon for a week and a half, covered with an old red comforter with pink stitching, and I learn to walk … Continue reading Homeward Bound
Tis after my farewell dinner with M, and the main room has been swept and adjusted for the arrival of Gil so that he and M can go over the upcoming tapings for the weekend TV show. Dafna has turned on the red hanging lamp, and lit candles all over the bureau. I snuggle in … Continue reading Candle-lighting time in Jaffa
[Sorry about the lack of posts. On Monday, the DSL in this area died. It came back the next day, but our wireless router was still dead. All fixed now!] So you know you’re really in Jaffa when you stand in an overheated little kitchen off of a pigeon-shit-bespattered courtyard, slopping dishwater on the tiles … Continue reading Jaffa, life therein.
C came home and we watched a segment of Sex and the City on Fluffy the Laptop, and now it’s time to drift off to sleep. If the small but constant traffic noise of our little corner of Yafo allows me to do so. It seems that even over here, in a completely different culture, … Continue reading sort of late
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