I spent a couple of sleepless nights in Tel Aviv in a very nice hostel, Munich Hostel, dedicated to the 11 athletes who were killed in 1972. It was across from a park. On Saturday, Shabbat, around dusk, after waking from a much needed sleep, I went for a stroll and was amazed at the number of walkers, bikers, dogs and families having picnics. The park was full. The next evening there was only a stray dog and the occasional walker to be found.
Just a little aside: in the Amman airport there is a Starbucks, a Pizza Hut, and a Popeye's Chicken. Ah, the beauty and comfort of American chains are never far away.
2 comments:
Glad you made it safe. I am looking forward to reading your blog. Good luck.
Love the beard, but it's not as long as your dad's was at your age! I love what you write about.
Love, K
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