So this morning the class journeyed to our professor's house for breakfast! There were eleven of us and we split into three cabs but unfortunately our cab driver didnt know where he was going but didnt tell us that when we gave him the address. This happens a bit too often for my taste, but he got us into the general area and asked fellow cab drivers as we drove so we did make it, albeit as the last group.
The professor lives on a quiet street and his house is on a little path with tons of trees and bushes and flowers so we were immediately in love. We all sat down in the back garden at this huge table to eat breakfast outside in the beautiful weather. And what a breakfast. There were four kinds of bread, seven kinds of cheeses, several kinds of olives, a few additional local Israeli spreads for the breads, eggs, tuna, a vegetable platter with peppers cuccumbers and tomatoes, pickles, a quiche, chocolate milk, coffee, lemonade, iced tea, freshly squeezed orange juice, and probably more I cant remember! It was phenomenal. We ate with his wife and son in law and his adorable dog went around keeping everyone company. It was a rescue dog named Casey they recently adopted and so so skinny but with the sweetest temperment! His wife was so friendly and made conversation with all of us about where we were from and how she came to Israel from America and such. Then we finished, cleared the table and went inside the cooler living room to have our study session.
And then his wife started loading the livingroom table with a second course of breakfast!! Grapes, figs, watermelon, a breakfast cake, brownies, freshly baked muffins, water, more coffee, oh my goodness!!! It was just mountains of wonderous food. But unfortunately this means I was in a food coma for the study session. I was so full and sleepy it was hard to focus, especially being on his comfy couch. Also, people got so caught up in the details rather than the big ideas that we kept confusing each other and ourselves, so I think it didnt help as much as I hoped. Also we got sidetracked when Charrise asked about why the Arabs thought they had a claim to the land over the Jews and our professor seems a bit biased on this topic, and James didnt agree with accusations he started making agaist BBC but was too polite to debate with him in his home and after such hospitality. So James simply suggested there were different takes on the situation but it wasnt the best subject to get on really.
Then we went back to school on the bus. I called Nesher, the people who I had a horrendous experience with when we got here. I needed to know if they were running on thursday since it;s a religious holiday and if they would pick me up at 4 AM. The woman was short with me saying yes but to call back tomorrow. They wont take reservations until one day in advance. Annoying!
I'm nevous about the whole getting to the airport thing to be quite honest, just because its at such an inconvenient hour should something go wrong and on a religious holiday where many people might have the day off and things may not be running.
Well I just checked the bus and there are TONS...during the day. If only my stupid flight wasn't at 8 AM, I have no choice but to use Nesher, I checked trains and busses. A taxi would run hundreds of shekels! *sigh* Please pray and hope and wish that I do NOT have a repeat of my first experience and that I get to the airport safely!!!
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