First of all to you who are reading--thanks! It's nice that I'm not writing diatribes into a vacuum per usual. Secondly, after a phone debacle (I can know receive text messages) and some urgently needed blogging I set out for ochel (food). I found myself in front of a brightly colored sign brandishing "Smoothies, Fresh Salads, and Cocktails!" The restaurant, dubbed Giraffe, has a Disney-esq African theme. Think Jungle Book meets Jamba Juice. I ordered a "Ultimate Healthy Salad," which was a poor decision. And as I begin to analyze my meal here for you I realize I have nothing else to do than rant about the nothings of the airport. So here are the ways Shosh is amusing herself at the airport:
- Playing "Spot the Italian"
- Looking for nose pickers. So far one sighting of a 30 something male going for the gold in front of his two toddler boys.
- Making small talk with cute British couples. They like my green macbook cover.
- Blogging about nonsense. Don't worry once I get to Israel I will actually have things to talk about.
- Listening to airport employees complain about their jobs.
- Thinking about Tom Hanks living in the airport
- Smiling because Duty Free is blasting trance music.
Finaly I can relive my experience in the Kibbutz Ulpan through your eyes and words in this blog. Make good choices or else, have fun, practice your ivrit so we can speak it when you come back. Oh yes CHICKENS RULE.
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