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I have slept in late this morning, and don't wake up until 11am, when the loud wail of air raid sirens disrupt my dream. I spring up for the sake of curiosity and put on a t-shirt before walking to the staircase landing outside, and see the cars are all stopped in the road. The sirens continue, but the sky is clear above and the Mediterrerean is as blue as ever, then I remember that it is Israeli Independence Day. Last night was Soldier's Day, and so the air raid sirens went off at 8pm last night, too. That's apparently how they celebrate holidays here -- they declare war, but false alarm nonetheless.
I feel well-rested but still a bit tired, as David and I were up late last night talking, enjoying nargila on the roof of an old bomb shelter, about halfway down the hill from his flat. With every puff of the sweet tobacco at least one or two bats would fly out from the trees, pick a qumquat, and then fly back somewhere behind or above us. The bats here, flying close and above you, are about as common as the housefly, or in the case of Israel, as common as the mosquito. I managed to weather the hostel with only a few mosquto bites and one bite from what I believe was a queen ant (amazing to see in person, but not so amazing when it bites you).
While David is off at Hebrew class I lounge around the flat lazily, reading and writing a bit and enjoying the few quiet hours I have left in Israel. Tomorrow we may go see a couple more things before I have to catch my train for Tel Aviv, but now I am looking forward to going back home. I wouldn't care much about returning home except for the fact that I miss someone, otherwise I would be quite content to stay and travel, if money would afford it. But that is for another time.
Soon. More soon. |
| | Posted 5/2/2006 7:30 AM - 88 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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