I saw a man washing his dog with a garden hose on Hamegenim Street last night. I wish I had gotten a picture, because he had put the dog in a shopping cart so that it would not run away.
This country is a haven for those who love pickled veggies…cabbage, cucumbers, cauliflower, olives, beets…it really is done well here. yum.
My interaction with Israelis is usually limited to taxi/sherut drivers and wait staff at restaurants. Between work, social activities, programs at the BWC, and friends/family visiting from all over the world, I rarely have time to do anything else.
Some of you who read my blog may not understand how it is that I can know people from all over the world, and why it is such a constant thing. Every two weeks a new pilgrim group arrives in Haifa, and their pilgrimage lasts for 9 days. Now, the “Baha’i world” is rather small, communicates openly, and moves around quite a lot. So you end up seeing a lot of Baha’is, and 1 or 2 degrees of separation between people who know each other.
I’ve gotten so used to the rather patchwork style of buildings and homes that it is strange to me when I see things that are newer/well maintained. There are buildings here that haven’t been fixed since last summer’s war.