had to go to friends in the kibbutz for the weekend and did not. Then
classic Saturday lunch at the home of a 'friend, with her husband - composer-their child and their friend and that' director. The magnates and 'usual was excellent and plentiful, and the fact that to reach their home we made 5km walk - no public transportation in Jerusalem on Shabbat, there has aroused the appetite.
which also never fails.
During lunch, fucked for several minutes after the slang of American college, filled with "Oh my Gosh! This is sooooo cute! I am Overwhelmed!" (Here and 'full of American / e), it is revealed that the director and mother of' American but thankfully not 'more' collegiate.
Oh. My. Ghosh. This is not cute.
Lunch 'continued nicely without my further gaffes, even with the use of English rather relaxed, thanks to red wine. I was still difficult to distinguish the Jewish Hungarian, the husband of our friend who speaks with the child, but I'll just make '.
At the luncheon following Shabbat the digestive walk in Ramat Rachel, in piu 'a war' was the border between Israel and Jordan, where you can see in the distance Bethlehem, an Arab village, the desert and pass near a kibbutz and in the trenches of 1949.
surreal scenes of Arab children who care goats next to a BMW, a monument with the olive trees at the top.
Then today we went to the Holy Sepulchre, and there were scuffles between the brothers, so it 'was just a nice weekend. Here are the famous
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