After sleeping in, we both went about our business during the morning. In the afternoon, we met up with the Cantors for their last day in Jerusalem. The five of us (3C + 2P) went out for a light lunch at Tarantino's, a restaurant specializing in wraps, which is painted full of scenes from "Pulp Fiction". None of us was really sure what connection was between the food and the film, but all agreed our orders tasted good.
At night, the two of us attended the wedding of a classmate of Rina's from Matan. She was marrying one of the sons of the rabbi of Yakar, and the music at the event reflected that. Most of the songs were soulful and wordless, but everyone get into them. The dancing was great, and the location, on a kibbutz near Beit Shemesh, was beautiful, with flowers blooming all around the outdoor chuppah, and the dinner and dancing set up inside of a massive tent. Perhaps the best part of being at a truly Israeli wedding was not being at all embarrassed to ask the waiter for second helpings. Weirdly, everyone cleared out by 10 p.m. I guess when your friends get married every other week you don't feel the need/interest to stick around.
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vacation from what?
Excuse me? "Vacation from what?" You think it is easy to have to choose between all these restaurants, to bare our skin to pleasant Middle Eastern sun, to be surrounded by like-minded people? I suppose that is exactly the sort of pessimistic, unsympathetic sentiment we can expect from someone who fled from the haven of New Jersey to live in the frigid barren north, where she was impregnated by a native. A native!
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