Every Monday we get to go on Field Trips. Sometimes they are full day, sometimes a half day, but they make sure we always have one a week. Well, students get a little excited and want to spend our Sundays (which here are our free days since we honor the Sabbath on Saturday) and try to go and see things before the fieldtrips when we can. BORING. Once is enough for me thank you very much. So the last two Sunday’s I’ve been boring and didn’t go to museums and such like a lot of other people here.
On our recent field trips we were able to see the location where John the Baptist was beheaded, the last spot Moses was able to be before the children of Israel went into the Holy Land, where Abraham was to sacrifice Moses, the wilderness the Children of Israel wandered for 40 years, and the road where the Good Samaritan occurred. It’s pretty amazing to be living the scriptures. But like I said, it’s a lot of dirt and rocks. “Here is where Moses got his last view of the Holy Land” but its like a literal dirt mount we are standing on, as sweat is dripping down my back and I’m hungry from the pita bread I ate for lunch because I took the mystery meat out. Which is probably scary similar to how the Children of Israel felt who were with Moses.
I went to Tel Aviv on one of my free days. It was actually a really funny story because I knew when we got to the beach something was unusual but no one listens to me here. I don’t know why but I’m serious, my opinion means literally zero. I must need some humbling. Anywho, we get dropped off at this beach, and its like roped in. Like a hotel swimming pool. Not the open ocean. And to sit on chairs that are provided, some guy is walking around with a shirt that say “Beach. Love.” And is taking Shekels. So I say “Hey, I don’t think this is the beach. This looks like it’s a private beach, maybe even a hotel. Want to keep walking?” But no one listens to me and we set up camp. I didn’t swim, so I’m just looking at the beach, and noticed that there are no women around us. Mostly just men in speedos. Which again, I mention and everyone says “well that’s just European” k… no it isn’t but alrighty. So this guy wearing a “Beach. Love.” Tank top comes over and asks if I’d like a drink. So I am absolutely convinced this is not some regular Mediterranean beach. After a little bit more observation, and overhearing conversation we had set up at a Gay beach! A private, gay beach!! Hahaha!! I was dying. All these students who wanted to surf and whatever where trapped by this glorified outdoor pool, and were looking like idiots floating around at a gay beach. I just loved it. Because I said from moment one it didn’t look public. So that’s a neat story to not take back to the Center with us.
On Sunday of this week I went to the Biblical Zoo. It was like 11 bucks to get in, how nice would it be if the Hoggle Zoo was that cheap? It was really fun to look at all of the animal signs and see coordinating Bible verses. Also I’m amazed at whatever laws they have here for animal slash human protection because there was a literal string separating us from like 25 kangaroos with a sign that read “Please don’t touch the kangaroos, they can be aggressive.” No duh, I’ve seen like 15 YouTube videos of Kangaroos kicking people in the face. Even the lions and stuff were just behind a fence that was like chest height. They said that the fence was electric but I touched it. And I’m here to testify it is not. Because it probably would have stopped my heart if it was intended to stop a lion. The Zoo wasn’t ghetto or rundown, it just had like zero security for us or the animals. Which was fun, but if the chettah had been feeling fast and not sleeping that day I would have been dead. They have an OPEN vulture exhibit. Like you walk into this netted area full of vultures and just like chill with these nasty birds. So weird.
This week my goal is to eat something from a street vendor. I haven’t done it yet, and I’ve been here an entire month. I eat the pastries, bread, cookies, all that tasty stuff that is basically thrown at me for free. But the meat geeks me out. So I’mma try it and see how I survive.
Love, peace, hair grease.
Kathandra.
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