How I love thee, Google. I just printed out directions to our apartment in downtown Tel Aviv in English and Hebrew, so I can hand a copy to the cabbie at the airport and be on my merry way. Michael apparently got the run around and an extra $10 on his fare, so I will not be so gullible. Or I will, I always am, but maybe I can pretend I’m savvy.
AND my camera arrived.
AND I’m going swimsuit shopping at this custom vintage style shop Popina! It’s so overdue. Maybe a cute one piece?
Though I’m also smitten by the idea of a little skirt number. My booty may be too big for that, though.
And I learned once you have an Israeli stamp in your passport, you can’t go into the rest of the Middle East. Only Jordan and Egypt will have you, for fear of terrorists. Oh well.
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