Being in cultures different from one's own, even a different city, requires dealing with unfamiliar rules, regulations, methods of business, and varying levels of relationship which can create quite the kaleidoscope of tightropes. All that to say, we are a little tired on this one month anniversary of landing in Israel, though more thankful than ever to be here.
Today was spent running around (quite literally at times) from one place to another in attempt to obtain visas and various other certifications for ourselves and others. We visited a smorgasbord of offices and I don’t really know if anything was accomplished other than some very impressive city speed walking. We have almost constantly been interacting with a variety of people each day, and this introvert is tired. I’d ask Geoff if he feels the same – but he’s asleep.
The highlight of the day was heading down to Jericho for lunch with those we work the most closely with. When I say we headed down to Jericho - I mean we headed DOWN. Jericho is the lowest city on earth at over 800 feet below sea level. The quality of food, however, was much higher in elevation.
Kamal treated us all at one of his favorite places; we enjoyed a traditional Middle Eastern style meal, similar to one I’ve written about before. Plates of sauces, dips, and salads were laid out “family style” along with mounds of fresh pita bread provided as the utensil of choice.
Without being able to eat bread, I mostly drooled through the "salad" course. To add insult to serious injury they placed the handmade pita open faced on the grill before serving. Can't. Take. It.
Geoff, being the wonderfully chivalrous man he is, graciously enjoyed extra pita on my behalf which totally made his day. No worries, the lamb and other grilled meats arrived quickly thereafter and I took full advantage of MY dipping utensil of choice. Delicious. Oh, and did I mention the fresh squeezed lemonade and pomegranate juice? Makes mouths happy. We'll be full 'till March.