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Journey to Palestine-Day 2

"If anyone needs to take a shower, there's hot water."

You don't hear that every morning living in the states! Now if I was staying in a refugee camp, this would be so much worse, but thankfully I am not. The only difference here is water runs out a lot quicker than it does in the states.

Jet lag finally got to me by 3 p.m. this afternoon and I was falling asleep on the couch I was sitting on. However, it is 2 a.m. and I'm still awake, determined to show you my adventures today!

If you get bored of me talking about the BEAUTIFUL weather here, which you probably will, I apologize ahead of time. But it is SO BEAUTIFUL. I'm not going to lie, during the day it is dry and hot, but once it hits 6 ot 7 p.m., you can start to feel the evening breeze and it makes you feel bad for hating the heat in the first place. When I looked at the rainy and gloomy forecast back in my Wisconsin town and compared it to the endless sunshine forecast here, I was thankful I was NOT sitting in Wisconsin right now.

Anyway, SUMMER means FRUITS and there's nothing more in life that I love more...except for Allah and my parents...you know what I mean. I had watermelon for breakfast and it was perfect before we headed out into the city streets to run some errands. On our way though, we saw MORE FRUITS and let me tell you what a wonderful sight it was to see...



When I was 10, I sat in the front seat of a taxi in Jordan that we drove in because all the back seats were empty. That was the first time I think I ever saw my life flash before my eyes. There are no speed limits, no kind of traffic laws at all really, except for maybe don't hit each other, and I still hold onto my seat, telling myself that they've been doing this long enough to be good at it. I miss stop signs and the 'Pedestrians First' rule. That does not exist here either. I have been able to enjoy watching the city we are driving through to ignore the terror of the car ride.


Remember when I talked about my love for fruits? Well, it only gets better! Fruit smoothies here are amaaazing!!!! I had one for lunch today and not only did it leave me feeling healthy and fresh, it was DELICIOUS.


(I had chickn SHAWERMA for lunch too....the first thing my sister said before we took bites was "THIS IS REAL SHAWERMA!" Yes, yes it is. 

The Arab world is never complete without their sweets.....I was able to walk past the hershey and kit kat bars without even thinking twice. Instead I focused my attention on the BEST candhy in the world!!! 


Finally, being as we are here to spend time with family, we visited an aunt that we haven't seen in 10 years! It was wonderful and brought back many funny memories! Arab gatherings are never EVER complete without food...like EVER. ;)

(pastries full of Palestinian-grown oregano)

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(more tea....;)


The fun has only just begun...and hopefully I'll get to enjoy it more after being slightly more awake!

Keep dreaming until next time!
-Wishful Dreamer

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