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Good morning again.

I had a thought this morning, as I bit into another fresh chocolate rugalach. If anyone were to eat me, they would most likely find that my meat would be sweet and delicious because I'm living on a high elevation and being fed on sweet and rich things, like a prize veal would. The only drawback, though, would be that my meat might be a little tough because of all the walking exercise. Really, while I'm eating all these sweets and other rich foods, I should be confined to a pen in order to get the maximum texture and flavor.

Yesterday flew by. In the morning, we went to the shuk to get some breakfast and do a little shopping. This made me rather happy because we haven't really done any shopping since we got here and there is much I need to bring back for folks.

I was able to order a kippah for someone, of which will be ready the following Sunday for us to pick up. I also got a snood for another person, and tichels for yet another person as well. I felt rather accomplished. I also was able to purchase two skirts for myself that are fantastic! They are a warm fabric that is still able to be light and flowing. One black, one plaid. I also saw a poncho that I was interested in, but it was too expensive so I'm going to keep an eye out.

We headed back home to drop off our goods and then back out again to catch the bus to the central bus station. We were heading to Tel Aviv. Michael's grandmother lives there and she was due for a visit.

The bus to Tel Aviv was longer than it should have been. We were unable to get seats together, because it was packed. In the back of the bus, there was a very large, rather smelly, somewhat crippled Russian woman who was seated in the middle back seat. I asked her if she could move over to one side or the other and she responded that she was unable to because she needed to stretch her bum leg. All right. So we sat in the two empty seats on either side of her. At first this wasn't so bad. A window was open in the back of the bus and so cool air was flowing freely. I had my ipod in and was listening to the last part of NPR's "This American Life" that I didn't get to when I was driving back from Eilat.

Then, a man two rows up asked the man sitting next to the wonderfully open window to close it. I yelled out "NOOOO!" but no one listened to me. I only got reversed head glares as the window was shut. I thought to myself that he was going to be the first one I should barf on. So there I was, sitting in the very back of the bus, listening to a story on very high volume to hear over the bus noise, with no oxygen, packed like a sardine up next to a large smelly slightly crippled Russian woman on one side of me and a very uncomfortable looking religious man who was reading a paper and muttering to himself on the other side of me.

The only thing needed like a cherry on top of an ice cream Sunday was for our large, smelly Russian friend to fall asleep on me. And she did. Snoring. At this point I would like people to be aware that I didn't scream. I didn't get angry. I didn't barf, though I felt as if I really wanted to. That's right. Be proud.

When we finally got off the bus, I was, however slightly grumpy. I'm not quite sure if Michael knew.

We headed off the bus and onto a small shuttle that takes people around neighborhoods. We visited with Nana (his grandmother) for about an hour and a half. We then visited a park and headed back home to Jerusalem. The bus ride back was rather pleasant as things were not as crowded. Time flew by a bit faster. We picked up falafel for dinner from the place across the street and did some laundry. After which I konked out, exhausted.

Only film photos yesterday.

Today, we hope to go to Ir Dovid. Will write more soon.