Woman next to us on the Tel Aviv beach (pointing to her chair): “Can you watch this for me while I leave for a bit?”
“This” = her 3 year old child.
Oh, ok. Sure.
#israelis
“You have the time for a fun?”
#israel
“I just can’t keep my legs closed.”
Context unnecessary.
(Continuation of Tread Lightly )
Guy (after I told him I’m 33): “Who cares? Age is just a number!”
Me: “I agree. Thank you for saying that.”
Guy: “Yeah, trust me. I’m studying to be a doctor. I see people die at ALL ages.”
Stop talking forever.
In NYC, when a cab is empty, it has its light on, so you know when you see it that it is available for you, and you can hail it accordingly. This does not seem to be the case in Israel, as whenever we go to hail a taxi, we find that the light being on or off has absolutely nothing to do with its availability. So, being intelligent, curious Americans interested in learning about this seemingly complex system, we decided to ask our cab driver how it works.
Us: “So when we see a taxi, how do we know if it’s available?”
Cabbie: “You ask.”
Oh.
#israel
Shoshana (aka “Sho”), my Israeli alter ego who I will henceforth be referring to in the 3rd person, is so much more fun than my American self that I am starting to wonder if I have a legitimate split personality disorder. (Add it to the list. Or don’t. There’s no more room on the list. Even the margins are full).
But seriously. Sho stays up until 4am, drinks like a fish, is super extroverted, and likes to shop.
She also simply can NOT be bothered to wear a bra.
So I guess in that sense we’re the same.