“We have clean sheets but there a little bit wrinkled” she said.

“You have SHEETS? Real sheets, like on a real bed?” this was luxurious.

It’s funny the accommodations you take for granted when you at home. For the last week I’ve in different spots throughout Jerusalem in my explorations of the holy city. Some included parents with talents for omelets, others included cockroaches that just liked omelets. My days would start going to the local market, or “Suk”, and picking of the freshest of breads, hummus and whatever else looked good. I would survive off that until the evening when I became ravenous and splurged on a lamb burger or a huge shwarma (middle eastern burrito.) See how I start with the food, it’s always on the mind, I’m still learning to eat better while on the road. In my day trips I saw the western wall, the dome of the rock and just happened to stumble upon where they berried some important dude named Jesus. We asked were we were and the priest looked at us liked we didn’t recognize the moon. The dome of the rock was a chill spot, Muslim women sat barefoot under the dome of the chain next to the rat the western wallock reading prayer books. The gardens were so peaceful it made me want to nap. “The time is over!” a man yelled, tourists aren’t allowed after 11am, it’s Ramadan. My last night in Jerusalem I got to commune with some hassids that were having an all night teach in. Kinda like a philosophy class with more beards. I stuck out my hands as was suggested by one of the Jews and got a bunch of peanuts with a colorful soda to wash it down. These people get it. If your going to take a class that goes past 3am, the teacher needs to bring snacks. Alas back to the food. Right now I just spent Shabbat up north with Serena, the Rabbi who Bar-Mitzva’d me and her fam. I saw real food and had a day of it. Tomorrow I’m off to Istanbul, more updates from there. -J

at the western wall