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
[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.
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 … Continue reading Shabbat in Yerushalayim
I bought Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight right before lunch. I plop myself into the last seat at the crowded bar at Longhorn’s, start reading, and the next thing I know, Diane the bartender is saying, “Hey, I’ve been talking to you a couple of times now and you didn’t hear a thing … Continue reading Absorbed in a book
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