After a 10 hour sleep I feel pretty good this morning. Don and I spent the evening telling each other our stories. We awed at some, discussed some, and laughed at others.
Here is one of the stories: Finely in Israel and all I have is a sherut (shared taxi) ride to Jerusalem. The sherut was partially full, I climbed in and sat in the back seat next to a young man of regular size. He spoke English and is from the States, nice, this will be a pleasant ride. The next person, a man who would make Buda look like a 90 pound weakling, sat next to me and next to him was a small boy. I was scrunched into half of my seat as was the small boy. The trip up into the hills of Jerusalem is a winding road and the man of size fell asleep. Every turn in the road the large man would flop against me or the small child. First I hoped that all the turns would cause him to flop in the other direction from me, but then I thought of the small boy and decided that he could be killed. The air was on in the sherut but had little affect, we were all sweating and the smell of body odor was in the air. My prayers were answered when the Large man and boy were let off on the first stop. The rest of the ride was was quite pleasant because the young man and I spread out on our seats.
Shalom.........Bernice