Saturday Sunday

Obviously, i did not write yesterday (Saturday). Oh well! Daddy and i lazed around the pool and went walking around the city, so I didn't get a chance to hop online. Let's see...what exciting happened yesterday? Well, since daddy went to work for a couple hours in the morning, i had breakfast all by self; or so I had planned. i ended up allowing one of our old new jersey ladies to join me at my table (her table had been taken but some big annoying family group). Luckily the nasty, kvetchy old lady was up in the room ailing over her sunburn, so I only had to deal with the nice one. But let me tell you, I now know all about their trip, day by day, woe by woe....she prattled on for about an hour about their bathroom troubles (shower-based, thankfully not toilet). I got quite an earful of complaining before 11am, phew. That was my excitement for the day.
While walking, Daddy and I saw this awesome statue outside a hotdog/falafel stand on Ben Yehuda. I will attempt to describe it, since I unfortunatly did not have my camera at the time: It was a statue of a hot dog. It was about 3 1/2 ft high, balanced along-side the hot dog grill, so it was raised to look you right in the eye. It held in one hand, as though reaching out to you, a yellow squeeze bottle of mustard. In the other hand, it had a red Ketchup bottle, and was proceeding to squeeze a big blob of the red stuff onto its forehead. It was wrapped, as all modest, kosher dogs should be, in a large 3 foot tall bun. And the part: It was then delicately wrapped in a large plastic American Flag. I mean, really, wtf? A hot dog prepping itself for consumption dressed in the stars and stripes? Is that supposed to make me salivate? Just Weird.

Anyway, last night we went to Doktor Shakshouka! For those that don't know, shakshouka is one of the most divine foods in creation. It is a stew/curry/thing made of onions and tomatoes and whatever else you want, and then with two raw eggs plopped on top that are then cooked by the sizzling mess. It is served right in the pan it is cooked on, and it is beautiful. Very satisfying.

Today was more pool, and a trip to Jaffa to see all the goods a the flea market: some pretty good pictures are to come. The walk to Jaffa is all along what daddy calls the "corniche" and what most people would call a promenade. The Mediterranean sea is along your right side all the way there, and the colors of blue and green are so dazzling as to seem artificial. Absolutely gorgeous.

So here we are, another day in tel aviv come and almost gone, but we are sipping up the sights and sounds. In a cafe, surrounded by natives and tourists alike, we are enjoying Ice coffees (which is NOTHING like what you get in the US...it is an ambrosia that I swear cannot be found on the other side of that side of the atlantic). Tonight we will feast on Hummus, and tomorrow it will all be done again!