NOVEMBER 3, 2009
Jerusalem, Israel
“...and that's just what they'll do."
I went shopping today. I now look fabulous in my highly fashionable black jacket (with a black fleece-collar), complete with a set of highly fashionable black boots. They’re tall, with a four-inch heel, but they’re NOT “hooker boots.” They’re a specific type of boot that appears to be very popular among Israeli youth. Even orthodox girls wear them. If orthodox girls are wearing them, they’re definitely not hooker boots. But they ARE very warm, which is kind of what I need, since it’s still raining outside and I still can’t seem to find my shoes.
So it looks like I've finally finalized my travel plans to the "forbidden land." Unless something very important comes up, it'll be the of week the 15th. I’d prefer to be back in Jerusalem for Thanksgiving dinner at Mike’s Kitchen. Delicious. You know, I’m thinking Thanksgiving may very well mark the end of my “vegetarianism.” I’m practically salivating at the thought of freshly baked turkey.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Where is Laura's Ark?
NOVEMBER 2, 2009
Jerusalem, Israel
It’s raining outside. I’ve taken refuge in a cute little bookshop-café in West Jerusalem, where I am sipping delicious ginger tea (with lemon and honey) and thawing out my toes. I don't know where my shoes are. Not that it's really going to matter if G-d is trying to flood the world again, which is kind of what it looks like outside. There aren't a lot of drains. Who knew Jerusalem could get so cold? Seriously, this weather is intense. I was nearly blown over by one particular gust of wind on my way to Ichikidahana Indian Restaurant in the Makhane Yehuda shouk. Why can’t it be like California everywhere?
Sometimes I wonder whether I should just give up on the Middle East and become a food critic. I really like eating and I wouldn’t mind writing reviews in exchange for free meals. Then again, there aren’t very many foods I don’t like so I probably would not be doing a lot of critiquing. But I’d still get free meals!
Jerusalem, Israel
It’s raining outside. I’ve taken refuge in a cute little bookshop-café in West Jerusalem, where I am sipping delicious ginger tea (with lemon and honey) and thawing out my toes. I don't know where my shoes are. Not that it's really going to matter if G-d is trying to flood the world again, which is kind of what it looks like outside. There aren't a lot of drains. Who knew Jerusalem could get so cold? Seriously, this weather is intense. I was nearly blown over by one particular gust of wind on my way to Ichikidahana Indian Restaurant in the Makhane Yehuda shouk. Why can’t it be like California everywhere?
Sometimes I wonder whether I should just give up on the Middle East and become a food critic. I really like eating and I wouldn’t mind writing reviews in exchange for free meals. Then again, there aren’t very many foods I don’t like so I probably would not be doing a lot of critiquing. But I’d still get free meals!
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