Why can’t every day be like this one? 61 degrees, the sun is out, I woke up relatively early and I am presently sitting in an outdoor cafe situated on Tel Aviv’s Lincoln Center lookalike plaza (the spliff I indulged in on my balcony earlier also is assisting in the awe of this moment).
Musings & observations over the past 24 hours.
1. My Hebrew now is beginning to sound like a Russian hooker. Progress? My best friend who speaks Hebrew fluently said it was “better if I just…don’t speak Hebrew”.
2. Dominoes Pizza offers corn on pizza here.
3. I have smug satisfaction knowing that it is bitter cold in NYC and 60 degrees here.
4. I took my first bus yesterday!
After arriving at the Rabin Center of Peace and being denied entry (it closes at 3:30pm!) by a man who said his brother lives in New York and being turned away for the same reason at the Land of Israel museum I decided that perhaps I would challenge myself with a bus trip. I realize this does not sound like a real challenge however I was nervous as I didn’t want to be associated with the tourists I had witnessed fumbling with their pocket change and metrocards in NYC or a victim of a terrorist bus bombing. I sucked it up and gave the driver money, he gave me change and what I think was a transfer ticket (or maybe receipt) and decided to get off the bus when “I felt like it”. I felt like it around some run down neighborhood on the outskirts of my Tel Aviv bubble. Probably a place best explored during the day. I saw a duck, several synagogues, an orthodox traffic pan handler and possible cemetery that looked very primitive. I meandered my way back to the Florentine district and bought a baby picture book with basic hebrew words to read to my motek later. I didn’t realize such a book could spark so much conversation and laughter.
Time to take on this yom tov!