The day of rest
Trip Start Jan 12, 2008
171Trip End Oct 01, 2008
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The square in front of city hall provides for story time (Yael is always telling great stories that are always chalk full of color and fact), but the mood turns somber as we come across the memorial of where Yitzak Rabin was shot in 1995 after asking the country to come together to find peace. Two of the Israeli soldiers tell the story of what they were doing that day, much like I many American's would tell the story of 9/11. Turns out that the assassin is still alive in jail and has subsequently married and had a kid, insane!
We have a short lecture/briefing on the current situation in the Middle East and although the speaker is quite funny, the talk doesn't seem to hit home as hard as it was intended as it was given by an English reporter. A stroll on the beach promenade finally shows the lively culture that is Tel Aviv as there are traditional folk dancers, paddle ball players, and restaurants that are teaming with people.
Another night club provides for yet another opportunity for a bunch of groups to get together and act like drunk Americans, however, I leave the club with a few of the people I've been connecting with and we wait outside having yet another deep philosophical discussion. I'm amazed at how immature the kids come off as when you remove yourself and try to look from the perspective of outsiders. Back at the hotel, I can't fall asleep and stay awake until all hours of the morning. I call home for the first time and realize that I'm not going home anytime soon. Insert deep thoughts here.