So, leading off from my last post to you all from the lovely Ben Gurion International Airport, I managed to find the nesher cab, and started on my way to Jerusalem. The cab driver was actually very nice, if not a bit unprofessional (he stopped on the way to get himself a soda). When we finally reached my address after dropping nearly everyone else off, he helped me with my luggage, and used his phone to call the contact person, since I have yet to get my new sim card for Israel.
I was let in by a very tired but very nice girl, who is also in the program, and we managed to find which room I was in, and wake my roommate up. sorry, caitlin.
I didn't sleep persay, but i did lay down for a few hours, and in the morning quickly unpacked my suitcases and settled in, ready to join the rest of the girls for breakfast at 9, and then head down to class at 9:30. Classes were okay, on first impression, some of the teachers seem to appeal to me more than others.
during break, which starts at 1:30 0n thursdays, along with two other girls I went to the house of one of the rabbi's to bake challah with the rebbitsen (rabbi's wife). I learned how to do a six braid, and succeeded in a very well down 5 braid. summary: baking challah is fun, and little children are cute. Exciting parts of this tale: I fell down for no reason (and it had been more than I year since my last tumble!) and, I rode a public bus, six or so full stops, for a full ten minutes. and lived to tell the tale.
the sun has just risen, and this evening begins my first shabbat of this experience.
appropriately, when in the cab here from the airport, I heard on the radio a pop version of Boi Kallah.
Shabbat Shalom!
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