Done, found a hotel. We are moving there in two days. Really, two nights. Only one real day left here. We will be near the Sea, not being yelled at. This is not a financially responsible choice, but the only one i had, really. Today went like this (mind you, it was noon!):
My son: overwhelmed. My uncle: a pompous fuckwit. Us: left in Tel Aviv center.
So....we made it home, thanks to my tenacity and hella good directional skills. I want points for this. Signs aren't in english!!! My grandmother ( i really need to find a more apropos name) came and met us for food. We went with her through the city, where she decided that Jakob was a monster and proceeded to rage. She said he was bad, that he was self-absorbed, blamed him for everything under the sun and told people these things on the street. Then she proceeded to attack him while he was sitting QUIETLY (that took effort on my part in light of the situation!) and said hideous things. Then, the piece du resistance?? She threatened suicide. Can we talk about the therapy bill i'll be footing after this??
anyway, two days, people. two mother-effing days. and then.... a nice shower, a nice bed.... and the sites of this incredible country. from then, it's 7 till we're home. the plane is looking mighty good, folks!
in loving kindness....
sarit masha
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