Last night, when Rina called the restaurant to make reservations, they responded that "we don't reserve tables."
Rina countered, "but you did a month ago!"
"Oh, o.k. then." And they reserved us a table.
This morning we awoke to having no running water. We called the utility company, and they calmly explained, "don't worry - nobody has water." Gee, thanks. In Toronto we would have received a coloured announcement taped to our door if there was a chance that maybe a portion of the day's water would be interrupted, along with a timetable and an apology.
In the middle of Jon's Talmud class there was a sudden loud buzzing heard throughout the room, followed by half the class pulling out their cellphones to check their SMS inbox. As if that wasn't Israeli enough, the SMS informed us that half the remaining lecturers were joining their striking brethren for the day.
On a side note, tonight we said goodbye to the Parker-parents, ending our 21 days of Parental Visitation. Now begin the unfortunate months of weeks without steak nightly, and along with them the return of our ability to fit into our pants.
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