<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:46:54.255+03:00</updated><category term='Egypt'/><category term='Children - the fuzzy kind'/><title type='text'>A Ways Away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-1161548729303240963</id><published>2009-05-22T01:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:19:58.078+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something new</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's been forever since I wrote, and rather than beat myself over the head for that, I will smile and keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back in the good ol' USoA. However, as the Waysaway blog must focus on things that are a ways away, I will tell you about my next adventure planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/ShXh_XYLboI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Z5KhTUTQdyU/s1600-h/P1010629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338421412041027202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/ShXh_XYLboI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Z5KhTUTQdyU/s200/P1010629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kidnapping my cousin out of the clutches of her much beloved family (two boys and one hubby... which is better than two hubbies and one boy... or maybe not... hmmmm.) ANYWAY, moving right along, we are going to Alaska! Just we two, for some girl time. Should be a hoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and I privileged the world by gracing it (she more than I) with our presence a mere 10 days apart. So for our trip, we chose a cruise that falls smack dab between our birthdays. Less than 30 days to go!!! yippeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-1161548729303240963?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1161548729303240963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=1161548729303240963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1161548729303240963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1161548729303240963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/tell-me-something-new.html' title='Tell me something new'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/ShXh_XYLboI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Z5KhTUTQdyU/s72-c/P1010629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-3197809874837023192</id><published>2008-10-16T00:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:58:27.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SPZ03YyUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Kcuz89OFoSA/s1600-h/P1070608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257518109896738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SPZ03YyUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Kcuz89OFoSA/s400/P1070608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been out and about, then even more way out, cruising the Western Mediterranean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be posting an update about the travels here soon, with more pictures on my Flickr home page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-3197809874837023192?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3197809874837023192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=3197809874837023192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3197809874837023192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3197809874837023192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/10/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SPZ03YyUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Kcuz89OFoSA/s72-c/P1070608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-273638449746508353</id><published>2008-09-10T11:03:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:26:22.135+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flicks</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new Flickr account, after completely messing up on my original account, forgetting the answer to every "secret question" they had to validate my account. I must have had an unfortunate spelling error or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here is the new one... &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/waysaway/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/waysaway/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be adding pictures, so &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;please come visit, and I look forward to your comments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-273638449746508353?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/273638449746508353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=273638449746508353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/273638449746508353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/273638449746508353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/flicks.html' title='Flicks'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-2454078809364977820</id><published>2008-09-08T22:41:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:48:11.714+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Green Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWCwNKJl7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/QSi_J69-_4s/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243741105820374962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWCwNKJl7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/QSi_J69-_4s/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jewishmag.com/93mag/herodian/herodian.htm"&gt;Herodian&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this place many moons ago and wanted to go, and so when I realized that one could drive there, and not have to worry about finding a tour guide, I jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is left above ground except for some huge walls and towers, but the intricate tunnels and cisterns are quite cool. Literally cool, when it is 90+F outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herodian is right near Bethlehem, where I have become quite famous amongst my friends as someone to knows the ins and outs of Rachel's Crossing (the border into that portion of the West Bank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we had to go there too, leaving our rental car behind, as it is not allowed in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The border crossing is like a weird, dream-like version of a prison Disneyland ride:&lt;br /&gt;You buy your "ticket" from a person in a small stand (really, just checking your passport), then zig zag your way in, out, and through, until you reach a long walkway out to a grove of trees and a parking lot, where a dozen taxis wait for the moment to convince you that &lt;em&gt;you REALLLLLLY need them to take you around, and that they have this cousin who is a good tour guide, and no it would be a pleasure to ask him to take you to the Church of the Nativity, for free, as a friend, but oh, you've already been there, well then how about we visit the &lt;a href="http://www.greatmirror.com/index.cfm?chapterid=465&amp;amp;countryid=450"&gt;Mar Saba Monastery &lt;/a&gt;instead...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, NOW we're talking!! Somewhere I haven't BEEN yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like any good 'Turr-istas' we went for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the Kidron River Valley. It runs through Jerusalem too, between the Old City and the Mt of Olives. Way out here, even though there is still a river, there is not much else.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI1WesR-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/DMPanxFUXPg/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243747791291566050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI1WesR-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/DMPanxFUXPg/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Monastery hides behind some old walls, and looks out onto the canyon. Dozens of caves dot the cliffs on the other side.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI1r3L-lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OA1qTcVuuQI/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243747797031451218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI1r3L-lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OA1qTcVuuQI/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shade is at a premium here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI11uvHCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/B9mb5trUu4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243747799680359458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWI11uvHCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/B9mb5trUu4Q/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew! An austere location, but also beautiful in its ruggedness. I think I prefer the idea of joining a nunnery in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-2454078809364977820?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2454078809364977820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=2454078809364977820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2454078809364977820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2454078809364977820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-green-line.html' title='Over the Green Line'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMWCwNKJl7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/QSi_J69-_4s/s72-c/IMG_1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8470673632333455047</id><published>2008-09-08T22:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:37:08.125+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children - the fuzzy kind'/><title type='text'>Canine Catastrophies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;By popular demand, I am back with a short on the day in the life of a dog. My dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No malice was intended, I am sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that she was bored. Really, really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She discovered how to pull open the wire drawers in the microwave stand and ate three raw potatoes, and half a loaf of bread. (It was even a brand new loaf I had bought the night before, in blissful expectation of toast - if I ever figured out how to wake up in time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMV-lN3CepI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GFoF435Dh6A/s1600-h/Potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243736518983580306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMV-lN3CepI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GFoF435Dh6A/s320/Potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, the funniest part is that she somehow managed to get out whole slices, and she left the butt-end!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she found and gnawed on my headset to the computer, so I can't Skype until I find a replacement :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN she found the remnants of the box of Kleenex (specially imported Kleenex) that I rescued from total annihilation a few days ago, and proceeded to shred both the contents and the container to ensure it would not EVER come back to life again. It looked like a confetti ticker-tape parade had happened in my bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And THEN, she peed in the house while I was entertaining dinner guests. I guess it's time I break out the newspaper and hit myself over the head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is that last week she was a complete ANGEL!!!! Ha - she fooled me!!! She wants a sister, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8470673632333455047?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8470673632333455047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8470673632333455047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8470673632333455047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8470673632333455047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/canine-catastrophies.html' title='Canine Catastrophies'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SMV-lN3CepI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GFoF435Dh6A/s72-c/Potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-5295333953962246202</id><published>2008-07-30T06:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:12:40.025+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>The Big Huge Triangle Thingies, and Their Funny Looking Pet Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Next, we got to visit one of the 8 Wonders of the Ancient World.  A real highlight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmIwiIJI/AAAAAAAAATM/X-ezSiYsqJc/s1600-h/P1060579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650135749271698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmIwiIJI/AAAAAAAAATM/X-ezSiYsqJc/s320/P1060579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there!!!!!!  I never really thought I'd ever get over there, but I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmWRGIGI/AAAAAAAAATU/jFsT2fjyTn8/s1600-h/P1060626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650139375509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmWRGIGI/AAAAAAAAATU/jFsT2fjyTn8/s320/P1060626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, our Guide, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chana&lt;/span&gt; - Walking like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Egy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pti&lt;/span&gt;-an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmuAfepI/AAAAAAAAATc/kLYk76niXuI/s1600-h/P1060628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650145748318866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmuAfepI/AAAAAAAAATc/kLYk76niXuI/s320/P1060628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Great Pyramid and the Middle Pyramid are set up to allow tourist to enter into the depths, to the burial chambers.  Our wise guide suggested that we only do the middle pyramid, as even that has a long enough passageway where you are doing a monkey-hunch and shuffle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; down, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; up.  (Sure enough, my legs felt it the next day!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the way in...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lnMg9hqI/AAAAAAAAATk/92iBBJnhLz8/s1600-h/P1060604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650153937569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lnMg9hqI/AAAAAAAAATk/92iBBJnhLz8/s320/P1060604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the dimly lit burial chamber itself, there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sarcophagus with its lid removed and to the side.  I couldn't resist.  I climbed in it, and crouched down, ready to "boo" a poor unsuspecting tourist.  So bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So, anyway, I am the only person I know who lay in a sarcophagus and lived to tell about it!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Sphinx says hello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_loeJ1U2I/AAAAAAAAATs/tWMPmBYS8g0/s1600-h/P1060636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650175852270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_loeJ1U2I/AAAAAAAAATs/tWMPmBYS8g0/s320/P1060636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty friendly fellow!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652851825072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_oEO7d2wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TGi1NVXbfms/s320/P1060654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-5295333953962246202?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5295333953962246202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=5295333953962246202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5295333953962246202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5295333953962246202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-huge-triangle-thingies-and-their.html' title='The Big Huge Triangle Thingies, and Their Funny Looking Pet Cat'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_lmIwiIJI/AAAAAAAAATM/X-ezSiYsqJc/s72-c/P1060579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8120530054135377630</id><published>2008-07-30T05:56:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:28:36.138+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought Israeli driving was crazy!</title><content type='html'>Not quite as bad as Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cairo was actually less littered than many parts of the world I have been in, but it was dingy. There was grey soot all over the buildings, most of which look like they had never been painted to begin with. The "beautification" projects of trees and flowers was mostly absent. And cars and people EVERYWHERE. There were some beautiful areas, don't get me wrong, but in general it was not the Cotswolds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228638713030831218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_bNP0O7HI/AAAAAAAAASk/r6WF_94F4A4/s320/P1060515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken on one of the holy days, so vehicle traffic was minimal... The below picture more closely resembles the standard traffic density. Just picture the cars moving fast and rather randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228640228595292690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_cldu9WhI/AAAAAAAAASs/h8nrEadelA8/s320/P1060566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the street was hilarious. Chana and I were afraid that we'd lose life or limb as we attempted to check out the restaurants on the other side of an eight lane road out in front of our hotel. But, as we are resourceful women, we would stake out unsuspecting locals to be our cover. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd sneak up to them - desperately attempting to appear like everything was normal - and then stay r.i.g.h.t. there at their side... with THEM the ones closest to the oncoming traffic. They move, we move. They stop, we stop. Cars zooping in front of us and behind us. Taxis changing lanes and honking. Motorcycles weaving in and out. Piece of cake. (&lt;em&gt;Breathe.... breathe.... you're still alive...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures of the various loads in motion we saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228643357962157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_fbniKPBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfyXQsJjido/s320/P1060504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228643367183335090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_fcJ4qPrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bk3hZUXhJeE/s320/P1060744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228643375108959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_fcnaRrmI/AAAAAAAAATE/q2uG4lu5H4E/s320/P1060509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8120530054135377630?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8120530054135377630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8120530054135377630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8120530054135377630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8120530054135377630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-thought-israeli-driving-was-crazy.html' title='And I thought Israeli driving was crazy!'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SI_bNP0O7HI/AAAAAAAAASk/r6WF_94F4A4/s72-c/P1060515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-2552044107860521619</id><published>2008-05-11T06:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:47:24.044+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cairo Oh!</title><content type='html'>I can now claim a new continent to my travel sites: Africa! We caught a flight direct from Tel Aviv to Cairo, and were greeted by our staff. Yes, one travels in style there... a driver, a tour guide, and an "expeditor". (I never did quite figure out what the expeditor did, except for pay for things like the hotel and the cruise, and help us figure out how to get bus tickets home, but I was ok with having more staff than tourists, so I decided to just enjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the two symbolic plants of Egypt, the papyrus, and the lotus. This is in a fountain out in front of the Egyptian Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky9-Q_7OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qFj4IKaHVLU/s1600-h/P1060411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky9-Q_7OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qFj4IKaHVLU/s320/P1060411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCano0evDoI/AAAAAAAAARI/u0Glp-idGws/s1600-h/P1060408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027139569979010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCano0evDoI/AAAAAAAAARI/u0Glp-idGws/s320/P1060408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One isn't allowed to take pictures inside the museum, but even the outside is 'littered' with ancient statues of pharaohs, lions, sphinxes, and carved sarcophagusssessssses. Or is it sarcophagi? &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCaqHEevDpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vqoB9DsE22I/s1600-h/P1060419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029858284277394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCaqHEevDpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vqoB9DsE22I/s320/P1060419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The collection in the museum is impressive. The most famous, of course, is the King Tut exhibit, but all the halls were filled with fascinating carvings and stories. To do it justice, one would have to spend weeks there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a mere 4 fast hours in the museum, under the tutelage of our sweet, funny tour guide, we bounded our way through traffic to the Mohamed Ali mosque, in a citadel that had a comanding view of Cairo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-OQ_7PI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QFJPlMcKzZ8/s1600-h/P1060443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-OQ_7PI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QFJPlMcKzZ8/s320/P1060443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We could even catch a glimpse of the great pyramids in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-OQ_7QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/38NN2CmieMc/s1600-h/P1060459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-OQ_7QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/38NN2CmieMc/s320/P1060459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was a fun piece of trivia...&lt;br /&gt;In Paris, there is a huge obelisk, a gift from Egypt to King Louis Philip. I got to see it on my trip there last May, with my mom. Anyway, King Philip, in return, gave Egypt this rather overly ornate clock, &lt;em&gt;that has never worked&lt;/em&gt;!! It sits in the courtyard, a giving the correct time twice a day, reminding the Egyptians that maybe the trade wasn't such a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-eQ_7RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YD-rtZ3qmMc/s1600-h/P1060468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky-eQ_7RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YD-rtZ3qmMc/s320/P1060468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics later.... Ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-2552044107860521619?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2552044107860521619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=2552044107860521619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2552044107860521619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2552044107860521619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/cairo-oh.html' title='Cairo Oh!'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBky9-Q_7OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qFj4IKaHVLU/s72-c/P1060411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8953182319280144999</id><published>2008-05-06T11:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:52:50.895+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeek!!! (but even Eeeekier than last time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Today, for the first time, my little Mazda 3 took over $100 USD to fill up a whole tank of gas. $108.50 to be precise. That's almost $8 a gallon. Concidering I have over 32000km (about 20,000 miles) on my previously 0 km car, I hate to imagine what my total dollar output has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nha nha nha nha - I'm in denial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about that. Let's look at flowers!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCAb3eQ_7WI/AAAAAAAAARA/YRhXM02D1Uo/s1600-h/P1060373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCAb3eQ_7WI/AAAAAAAAARA/YRhXM02D1Uo/s400/P1060373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8953182319280144999?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8953182319280144999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8953182319280144999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8953182319280144999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8953182319280144999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/eeeek-but-even-eeeekier-than-last-time.html' title='Eeeek!!! (but even Eeeekier than last time)'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SCAb3eQ_7WI/AAAAAAAAARA/YRhXM02D1Uo/s72-c/P1060373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-1587896790213398261</id><published>2008-05-01T05:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:39:27.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Found Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how frikin' FAR it is from the Cairo area in Egypt all the way to central Israel? I now do. It is about 15 hours in an air-conditioned minibus, over paved roads, under the Suez canal, through much flatness and much mountainess, and very little waterness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195233217195535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBktFeQ_7NI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PKqrwyidbSs/s320/P1060745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time you read about Joseph sending his brothers back to go get Benjamin, and then Jacob, think about what that was like sans minibus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195232302367501506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBksQOQ_7MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VwoyZO-Agdc/s320/P1060765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-1587896790213398261?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1587896790213398261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=1587896790213398261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1587896790213398261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1587896790213398261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-found-respect.html' title='A New Found Respect'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBktFeQ_7NI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PKqrwyidbSs/s72-c/P1060745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8046193648629488378</id><published>2008-04-16T02:17:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:56:03.422+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You know those days you are just feeling low, but can't put a finger on why... Not to worry, it is perfectly normal to be very low here in Israel. In fact, it is easy to be the lowest you'll every be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBkk_eQ_7KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/d8W3DSs_U70/s1600-h/P1050246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195224318023298210" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBkk_eQ_7KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/d8W3DSs_U70/s400/P1050246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It is very odd to be driving along, and see a sign that says "Sea Level" and not be hitting any water, then you keep driving, and see pretty designations that you are going deeper and deeper and you are still not wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Below is picture of the marker for 300m below sea level (-984ft), but you don't hit water until -1378ft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3y6IqStI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WWqF8_b5Xi8/s1600-h/P1050262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3y6IqStI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WWqF8_b5Xi8/s400/P1050262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBklAeQ_7LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EBamRXdANnY/s1600-h/P1050270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195224335203167410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBklAeQ_7LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EBamRXdANnY/s400/P1050270.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sensation of floating in the dead sea is almost indescribable. You walk out into the water, and instead of sand under your feet, there is rock salt. You keep walking until you are a bit deeper than waist-deep, then sit down into... nothing! Perfect suspension. Now you know what an ice cube feels like floating there in your glass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pics of our train ... Mike was the engine, the rest of us were there for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3zKIqSvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iHm7ZnJm4Lw/s1600-h/P1050303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3zKIqSvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iHm7ZnJm4Lw/s400/P1050303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3zKIqSuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pkA16fc2VLg/s1600-h/P1050302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3zKIqSuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pkA16fc2VLg/s400/P1050302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the picture that is my background on my work PC. I love the shadows and stormy weather. You can really understand how in this barren area we went thousands of years without finding the Dead Sea scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3yqIqSsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WSRBDnn1B1M/s1600-h/P1050242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAU3yqIqSsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WSRBDnn1B1M/s400/P1050242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8046193648629488378?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8046193648629488378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8046193648629488378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8046193648629488378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8046193648629488378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-to-world.html' title='Dead to the World'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SBkk_eQ_7KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/d8W3DSs_U70/s72-c/P1050246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-9157023850222445315</id><published>2008-04-14T19:31:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:12:33.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering the Wilderness - our style</title><content type='html'>The Israelites were punished by God and made to "wander in the wilderness forty years". It was into that wilderness of Sinai that Mark and I set forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189143807159585186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAOKzKIqSaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/46oGbz95oEk/s400/P1060067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, don't get going on whether it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; that particular spot, and &lt;em&gt;for how long&lt;/em&gt; it was that spot or whatever. In fact, when I went to go check the wandering location of wanders, I found several web sites, but was most entertained by the definitive tone of this compendium (&lt;a href="http://www.earth-history.com/Various/Compendium/hhc2ch16.htm"&gt;http://www.earth-history.com/Various/Compendium/hhc2ch16.htm&lt;/a&gt;) which actually indicates that little wandering was done in this region, with most of it out near my posting of a while back, Petra.   I mean... COMPENDIUM??? Who uses such words anyway!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Sinai.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAPkTKIqSbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uNizQ2c00VI/s1600-h/P1060080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242213450271154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAPkTKIqSbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uNizQ2c00VI/s320/P1060080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After catching a fast moving, road wandering, headlight flashing van at the border between Egypt and Israel, we enter the Sinai Penninsula and make our way south through Taba and down to Dahab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we check in to our resort hotel, which offered comfortable lodging at a reasonable price with a dive shop on location :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP526IqSpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LasMyQJLY64/s1600-h/Jordan+and+Egypt+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189265917374778002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP526IqSpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LasMyQJLY64/s400/Jordan+and+Egypt+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking our gear - BWRAF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP8waIqSqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RoNGuk1oc3g/s1600-h/P1060043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189269104240511650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP8waIqSqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RoNGuk1oc3g/s400/P1060043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dive spot is called Moray Gardens. We did two dives here. The coral was beautiful, and the sea life better than anywhere I've been so far. One of my favorites was watching a small octopus change colors with his environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP8wqIqSrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YsLyo3QMFjI/s1600-h/P1060033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189269108535478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAP8wqIqSrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YsLyo3QMFjI/s400/P1060033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-9157023850222445315?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9157023850222445315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=9157023850222445315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/9157023850222445315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/9157023850222445315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/04/wandering-wilderness-our-style.html' title='Wandering the Wilderness - our style'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAOKzKIqSaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/46oGbz95oEk/s72-c/P1060067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-6143003021920216447</id><published>2008-03-02T02:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:11:03.351+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruction in Ashkelon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As the violence in the Middle East wages on, even Sarah's porch is affected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hardly any vegetation remains in these harsh conditions, after repeated attacks wear down even the heartiest flora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfN6IqSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sQz6i5aWDY8/s1600-h/P1060110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188884781976930626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfN6IqSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sQz6i5aWDY8/s400/P1060110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The media coverage gives a mixed view of the situation, and one can't help but wonder if those responsible realize the consequenses of their actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfOKIqSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0qkbw_jYiDI/s1600-h/P1060113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188884786271897938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfOKIqSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0qkbw_jYiDI/s400/P1060113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess not, as they go on to enjoy another sunset on the Med.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfOaIqSWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2ewWskQXySw/s1600-h/P1060159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188884790566865250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfOaIqSWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2ewWskQXySw/s400/P1060159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-6143003021920216447?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6143003021920216447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=6143003021920216447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6143003021920216447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6143003021920216447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/04/destruction-in-ashkelon.html' title='Destruction in Ashkelon'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKfN6IqSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sQz6i5aWDY8/s72-c/P1060110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-121001017833333042</id><published>2008-02-19T03:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:30:16.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooooooooood</title><content type='html'>Mark has trained me well, and I am always on the lookout for good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fooooooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with Jonathan and Robin, with a table full of salads. These small flavorful dishes and fresh bread make the best appetizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKnbqIqSXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mxPqOIYwdRA/s1600-h/P1060099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188893814293154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKnbqIqSXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mxPqOIYwdRA/s400/P1060099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Petra, fresh veggies, and the various sauces... Humus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tahini&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Babaganoosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKncKIqSYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4CqXiiaJ42A/s1600-h/P1050895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188893822883088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKncKIqSYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4CqXiiaJ42A/s400/P1050895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark's favorite though (yes, I AM joking) is this place, a Kosher McDonald's! Complete with a lot of your old favorites (without the cheese and bacon) and with a pita-kabob-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKncaIqSZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FZjjT48xxG4/s1600-h/P1050589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188893827178056082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKncaIqSZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FZjjT48xxG4/s400/P1050589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-121001017833333042?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/121001017833333042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=121001017833333042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/121001017833333042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/121001017833333042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/fooooooooood.html' title='Fooooooooood'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKnbqIqSXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mxPqOIYwdRA/s72-c/P1060099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-5506761716736404174</id><published>2008-01-29T20:45:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:50:38.018+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrafied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so this is much overdue.... but worth a write-up none the less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a wonderful chance to go with my friends Mike and Michelle off to the not-even-a-little-bit-Red Sea, then a day-trip to Petra, in Jordan.&lt;/p&gt;Here is a view of the Israeli resort city of Eilat. Hotels, restaurants, clubs, duty-free shopping and diving make up its profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKT66IqSPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N1y91lbyXo0/s1600-h/P1050742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188872360931510514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKT66IqSPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N1y91lbyXo0/s320/P1050742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were up at dawn to make it to the border early, but even so were in a large line, as this was the first day open after a long religious holiday that shut down Jordanian government and businesses. The creature below was the most fun to photograph... it was just hard to catch it standing still.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160973102882438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R591sWynPOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ok-LYBFj7tI/s320/P1050746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once in the entrance to old Petra, Mike and Michelle wrap up to fight the cold. And it was &lt;em&gt;COLD.&lt;/em&gt; The temps were below freezing when we arrived, and the wind chill kept biting our faces. I have to say I had no idea that it got this cold here!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188874130458036482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKVh6IqSQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SMSATFHZ3Wg/s320/P1050775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The walk down towards the Treasury led us through a large canyon. It was fun finding pictures in the stone. Here is one of two people about to kiss...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188876819107563794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKX-aIqSRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RIfWfWexuhI/s400/P1050792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Treasury (which really was never a treasury, but if you want the history of the whole place, you can read up on in at &lt;a href="http://www.kinghussein.gov.jo/his_nabateans.html"&gt;http://www.kinghussein.gov.jo/his_nabateans.html&lt;/a&gt; ) was breathtaking. It is amazing for its sheer size and the fact that it still stands, even though carved out of this relatively soft sandstone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188880121937414434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKa-qIqSSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/K76SJKM1vNQ/s400/P1050819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we did fall prey to the sales pitches from the locals, and were coerced into riding camels. Mike practiced his bartering skills, and after many false starts off by foot, got the price down to where we decided the experience was well worth the cashflow.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKb_aIqSTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LWIgnyuTZu4/s1600-h/P1050905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188881234333944114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKb_aIqSTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LWIgnyuTZu4/s400/P1050905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Certainly a fun way to book it back to the bus for the drive back to Eilat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-5506761716736404174?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5506761716736404174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=5506761716736404174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5506761716736404174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5506761716736404174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/petrafied.html' title='Petrafied'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/SAKT66IqSPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N1y91lbyXo0/s72-c/P1050742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-5132042206325164622</id><published>2007-12-21T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:43:56.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>North to Nimrod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8ngpmCUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/e_ARXB_aHYE/s1600-h/P1050008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8ngpmCUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/e_ARXB_aHYE/s160/P1050008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nimrod Fortress&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.parks.org.il/ParksENG/company_card.php3?CNumber=337736"&gt;National Park&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most old things, this one has changed hands a few times. It was built by the Crusaders, then taken over by the Muslims of Damascus and actually used to defend against the Crusaders. ("Joe, I told you not to build the walls so high! Now we can't get back in!") &lt;a href="http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Archaeology/Nimrod.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8nwpmCVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iIr57NPWNlI/s1600-h/P1050015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8nwpmCVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iIr57NPWNlI/s160/P1050015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Fortress at Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High up on Mt. Hermon, looking over the valley. Beautiful way to end a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8oApmCWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-Nc9dn3RzEc/s1600-h/P1050030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I went to the College of Engineering and Mines this isn't what I had in mind....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u9-gpmCXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ds9D2TZzRJE/s1600-h/P1050029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146415880814856562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u9-gpmCXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ds9D2TZzRJE/s320/P1050029.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way up north, we can see signs of past conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I think I'll stick to the other side of the road .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-5132042206325164622?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5132042206325164622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=5132042206325164622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5132042206325164622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/5132042206325164622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/north-to-nimrod.html' title='North to Nimrod'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u8ngpmCUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/e_ARXB_aHYE/s72-c/P1050008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-1583412542334709169</id><published>2007-12-21T14:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:20:41.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Member of the B's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u3AgpmCTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CN0x5GXZz4E/s1600-h/P1050036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146408218593200434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u3AgpmCTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CN0x5GXZz4E/s320/P1050036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u1qApmCSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3dlRqInJNpk/s1600-h/P1050035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u1qApmCSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3dlRqInJNpk/s320/P1050035.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't my new puppy sweet?! At least, if M were still in the US instead of here, it would be my new puppy. As it is, she's still playing like a crazy dog at her old home, not in my home. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;***  UPDATE ***  She IS mine!!!!! as of Dec 31, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-1583412542334709169?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1583412542334709169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=1583412542334709169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1583412542334709169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1583412542334709169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/newest-member-of-bs.html' title='The Newest Member of the B&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R2u3AgpmCTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CN0x5GXZz4E/s72-c/P1050036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-3893454938679368319</id><published>2007-12-06T09:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:22:51.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeek</title><content type='html'>I made a stop for fuel last night on my way to celebrate the second night of Hannukah at a South African restaurant in a small kibbutz outside of Kiryat-Gat. Was I ever shocked to see that it took $80 to fill the tank in my little Mazda 3. Gas here is now up to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;$6.20&lt;/span&gt; a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can be happy for the 8.4L/100km fuel economy (about 28MPG).  Oh, and that I'm not in Europe where the price is closer to $8 a gallon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-3893454938679368319?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3893454938679368319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=3893454938679368319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3893454938679368319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3893454938679368319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/eeeek.html' title='Eeeek'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-7526663364871097563</id><published>2007-12-04T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:09:49.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SMART park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1WBMRPV-NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ppOVL6YtJis/s1600-h/nice+parking+job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140156597499459794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="237" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1WBMRPV-NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ppOVL6YtJis/s320/nice+parking+job.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the Ikea parking lot. (We're progressive here, with our Sveedish storres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good picture (it was taken at night with my cell phone) but if you look closely does reveal the mindset here on parking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-7526663364871097563?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7526663364871097563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=7526663364871097563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7526663364871097563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7526663364871097563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/addition-to-blog-on-driving.html' title='SMART park'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1WBMRPV-NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ppOVL6YtJis/s72-c/nice+parking+job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-2780213996379205452</id><published>2007-11-30T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:26:19.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Touring the New Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RX1xPV-CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3ZOVNEp0K9I/s1600-R/driving+around+galillee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139829655998953506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RX1xPV-CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/etP_DPsbGdI/s400/driving+around+galillee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to gallivant around Galilee in some old gear. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-2780213996379205452?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2780213996379205452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=2780213996379205452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2780213996379205452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/2780213996379205452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/touring-new-way.html' title='Touring the New Way'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RX1xPV-CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/etP_DPsbGdI/s72-c/driving+around+galillee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-311273341610193016</id><published>2007-11-01T12:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:20:43.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous Combustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last day in Germany, I had to find something to do that would still let me get back to the airport early enough to wish I had arrived later. Rack and Fade, yadah, yadah, yadah... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ask a pilot what that means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole city of Frankfurt was buzzing with the 62nd Annual FIAA - the world's largest auto show. Not letting myself be constrained that M had already left back to the US, I decided to venture forth alone, and face that mob that was Saturday at the Show. (of course, now that I am "hebrewing" &lt;em&gt;Shabat at the Show&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were massive crowds and quite an outstanding number of vehicles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwyBPV-DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MxsVzr-stm8/s1600-R/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139857079365138482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwyBPV-DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PYendHjGnRw/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bet Mom reallly wishes she could have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwyxPV-EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ka9H0rvfWp0/s1600-R/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139857092250040386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwyxPV-EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dT9blbaxPSA/s320/IMG_0265.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or even here. This was a freestanding, two story "tent" put up by BMW for their exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwzBPV-FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UySz9kfmtno/s1600-R/IMG_0268-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139857096545007698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwzBPV-FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZiDhFoJ_tDU/s320/IMG_0268-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwzBPV-FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UySz9kfmtno/s1600-R/IMG_0268-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BMW Formula 1 car, sponsored by "yours truly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139857100839975010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwzRPV-GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HXNSeT_0NCY/s320/IMG_0302.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ferrarri F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sponsored by "THE OTHER" supplier of microprocessors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But wait. I thought it was sponsored by them... but I don't see any logos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there it is. Isn't it so cute and hidden!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1e9uRPV-PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NakGAwGgZKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140786102266099954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1e9uRPV-PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NakGAwGgZKQ/s200/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwzxPV-HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DheEsvmk_1M/s1600-R/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139862035757398146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1R1ShPV-II/AAAAAAAAAGs/xkUkH15naJ0/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Old classics. I don't like it, cuz where would Tesla sit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139862104476874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1R1WhPV-LI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UPIZWfD-seg/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Hmmm, my fingernails might get jealous of this one's shiny red paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139862100181907618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1R1WRPV-KI/AAAAAAAAAG8/w01VZtw7K9Y/s320/IMG_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Customs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139862143131580610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1R1YxPV-MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z1sFzeJ7RIc/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I think this must be the way parking laws are enforced so darn quickly in Tel Aviv. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-311273341610193016?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/311273341610193016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=311273341610193016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/311273341610193016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/311273341610193016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/spontaneous-combustion.html' title='Spontaneous Combustion'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/R1RwyBPV-DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PYendHjGnRw/s72-c/IMG_0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-7941168462982870912</id><published>2007-09-14T21:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:45:08.265+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head, not the Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RusLev-2cyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PYq2UqXjO4/s1600-h/Tower+of+David-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110190825086022434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RusLev-2cyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PYq2UqXjO4/s400/Tower+of+David-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbolism abounds in every piece of the Jewish ceremonies, and this year I got to learn some about the ones in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hashanah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First, a non-symbol thing to point out. The pronunciation is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ROSH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hashaNAH&lt;/span&gt; with the heaviest accent on the NAH. That one only took me a week to break the habit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my earlier post, you may have discovered that, this year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ROsh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HashaNAH&lt;/span&gt; started at sundown on Wednesday and went to sundown on Friday. So that means two nights partying, and as luck would have it, two of my co-workers invited me to join their families in celebrating, one on each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't swamp you with the details of how each family celebrated as there were some differences, but I'll try to pass on some of the symbols as best I can from what I absorbed during the ceremonies and translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chalah&lt;/span&gt; (a sweet soft bread, usually made braided, not round) is broken by the father and drizzled with honey. The round bread is for the crown, or for the seasons. The honey, as with the many sweet things served during the meal, is for sweetness and hope in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RusKof-2cxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kdLpVrDSZkQ/s1600-h/jerusalem+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110189893078119186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RusKof-2cxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kdLpVrDSZkQ/s320/jerusalem+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came some savory tarts, one root vegetable one (onions, leeks, celery root, and such) and one spinach. The roots are to put the end to enemies - by being a pun! I checked into it here at home, and this is what one website says about it: &lt;em&gt;"Both the Arabic and Hebrew words for leek sound like the Hebrew word for "cut off." God is asked to prevent, or cut off, those who would harm the Jewish people."&lt;/em&gt; The spinach is for a green year with lots of crops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was "a new fruit of the season", this time a pomegranate, in the hope that one's good deeds in the coming year will be as plentiful as its seeds. Or, as my friend's sister said as she made sure I got a big scoop, that it's for having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOTs&lt;/span&gt; of children. Maybe I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;come back to the US with triplets. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... when is Mark getting here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were many, many other foods served with their own symbolism, but the one that gave the title to this post is a fish. You eat a whole fish, with its head still attached, so that in the next year you are at the head, not the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, the pics are just from my wanderings in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-7941168462982870912?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7941168462982870912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=7941168462982870912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7941168462982870912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7941168462982870912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/head-not-tail.html' title='The Head, not the Tail'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RusLev-2cyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PYq2UqXjO4/s72-c/Tower+of+David-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-4908638700649997050</id><published>2007-09-13T17:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:46:15.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are upon us</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday marked the beginning of a series of holidays here in Israel.  Here is what my Hebrew teacher gave me about the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Jewish New Year and the holiday season is approaching and we would like to provide you and your families with some information about the nature of the Holy Days and about what goes on in the country during this period. We trust that you will prepare yourselves accordingly and that you will have the opportunity of experiencing the special nature of the holidays together with the people of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSH HASHANA EVE / JEWISH NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 12 – Friday, September 14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosh Hashanah is the first of the "High Holy Days”. During the two days of Rosh Hashanah, Jewish businesses are closed and public transport does not operate. For Israel's non-religious majority who may or may not attend synagogue, Rosh Hashanah is a period where extended families get together for meals and for outings to the beach and other day destinations. There is an atmosphere of festivity and celebration during this period, similar to that of the Christmas/ New Year period in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special food is sold in the supermarkets for the holiday and you will see that a lot of honey and honey products are sold, as it is a Jewish custom to eat an apple dipped in honey over the Rosh Hashanah holiday in order to herald a sweet year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOM KIPPUR / DAY OF ATONEMENT&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 21 - Shabbat, September 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yom Kippur is the holiest day in the Jewish calendar and is observed by the majority of the Jewish people throughout the world, even if they are not religious. A 25-hour fast is observed, beginning at sundown on Yom Kippur Eve, and most of Yom Kippur is spent in the synagogue reciting special prayers. There are two reasons for the somber atmosphere of Yom Kippur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and foremost one is the traditional religious one as it is on this day, according to the Jewish faith that a persons fate is sealed for the year to come and on this day we ask God's forgiveness for all the transgressions we have made during the year. The second reason is that on the day of Yom Kippur in 1973, Israel's enemies launched one of the most aggressive wars on the country, during a day when the country was the least prepared, resulting in a death toll of thousands of Israeli soldiers. For many people this day is also a commemoration to these fallen men and women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Jewish businesses and public transportation come to a halt at around 13:00 on the eve of the fast (October 1). By sundown, all other kinds of traffic come to a stop as well (except for emergency vehicles). Ben Gurion Airport is closed. National T.V and radio broadcasts also cease during Yom Kippur. Normal activity resumes after nightfall on October 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does public transportation come to a stop, but also private cars are not driven out of respect for the Holy Day, (please take note that this applies to you too.) Please be aware that although no cars are allowed in the streets, kids take over the roads riding bicycles and rollerblades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUKKOT/ FESTIVAL OF THE TABERNACLES AND THE INTERMEDIATE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 26 – Thursday , 4 October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Festival of Sukkoth begins on the fifth day after Yom Kippur and it is quite a drastic transition, from one of the most solemn holidays in our year to one of the most joyous.&lt;br /&gt;This festival is sometimes referred to as the Season of our Rejoicing and it lasts for seven days. The two days following the festival are separate holidays Shemini Atzeret and Simchat Torah but are commonly thought of as part of Sukkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Sukkot" means "booths," and refers to the temporary dwellings that the Jewish people are commanded to live in during this holiday. Sukkot has a dual significance: historical and agricultural. The holiday commemorates the forty-year period during which the children of Israel were wandering in the desert, living in temporary shelters. Sukkot is also a harvest festival. In honor of the holiday's historical significance, we are commanded to dwell in temporary shelters, as our ancestors did in the wilderness. The commandment to "dwell" in a sukkah is taken literally by many religious people in Israel but the majorities of the population who erect them invest time and energy in decorating them and eat their meals in them, weather permitting. Traditionally Sukkot also heralds the first rain of the season and a special prayer is said to encourage an abundance of rain in the coming winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of Sukkot (26-27 September and 3-4 October) are religious days and these days can be compared to Shabbat and other holidays where most shops and businesses are closed but restaurants and tourist sites will be open. During the intermediate days of Sukkot (8-12 October), life continues as normal although some businesses and places of work operate on a half day basis. Traditionally, Sukkot is a time of taking trips and having picnics and the beaches, Nature Reserves and Parks and historical sites are packed to capacity. It is also customary for the religious population to make pilgrimages to Jerusalem so there is more activity in the city during this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you A Sweet &amp; Happy Jewish New Year and we hope that you enjoy the holiday season!                                                     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-4908638700649997050?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4908638700649997050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=4908638700649997050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4908638700649997050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4908638700649997050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidays-are-upon-us.html' title='Holidays are upon us'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8602593047336384955</id><published>2007-08-10T17:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:32:10.758+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetable Soup for the Soul</title><content type='html'>As isolated as I am from the real conflict not too far south of me, I can go along my life as if it didn't exist. To keep a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smidgen&lt;/span&gt; of reality and awareness in my system, I subscribed to Google news alerts of any published news articles about my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the articles it finds are related to the nearby desalinization plant. It provides an incredible amount of water, and is powered by an offshore natural gas source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others articles might talk about the migration of birds, or the hardships of farmers, or the mayor, "is he accepting bribes??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, there are usually one or two that discuss the Palestinian/Israeli conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite one, though, was one that talked about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kassam&lt;/span&gt; rockets that the Islamic Jihad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; shoot out of Gaza towards Israel towns and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kibbutz&lt;/span&gt; in the Negev. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sderot&lt;/span&gt; has suffered considerably, and there were some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wounded&lt;/span&gt; listed in this article. But no, that's not the funny part - Here is the funny part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On Thursday, a group of left-wing activists fired tomatoes, corn and eggs into the area from where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gazans&lt;/span&gt; had been firing rockets, in order to demonstrate the helplessness of the government. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The activists fired the vegetables from an improvised cannon, which was made from sewage pipes and flammable liquid. The vegetables were covered with soup in order to minimize friction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Several minutes later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IDF&lt;/span&gt; soldiers arrived at the scene and asked the activists to stop the vegetable fire."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two wounded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sderot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kassam&lt;/span&gt; attack, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JPOST&lt;/span&gt;.COM STAFF, Aug. 3, 2007 &lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/"&gt;http://www.jpost.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is peaceful protest the Israel way :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8602593047336384955?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8602593047336384955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8602593047336384955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8602593047336384955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8602593047336384955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/vegetable-soup-for-soul.html' title='Vegetable Soup for the Soul'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-976738610250862540</id><published>2007-08-10T17:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:37:15.274+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset on the Med</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rrx3eVBxotI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RXyopNcD5X0/s1600-h/P1040608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097080241200931538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rrx3eVBxotI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RXyopNcD5X0/s400/P1040608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the pain and suffering I endure.  I had to watch this sunset from my balcony instead of the sand!  If only my evening phone meetings would disappear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-976738610250862540?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/976738610250862540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=976738610250862540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/976738610250862540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/976738610250862540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunset-on-med.html' title='Sunset on the Med'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rrx3eVBxotI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RXyopNcD5X0/s72-c/P1040608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-6002352157219076830</id><published>2007-07-15T15:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:59:01.695+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Move-in Madness</title><content type='html'>"Fully furnished"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah Raaahhht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; spoiled. Ok, I believe I deserve to be treated like a princess. Anything wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are told by the Relocation Department that you don't need to bring anything except "your clothes and any personal items that will make your place feel more like a home", you hope that at least that means that there will be drinking glasses, a shower rod and curtain, and a desk at which you will be able to park your computer for the 2-6 hours of meetings you have every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I am stretching it to believe that there will be a mirror or even some storage place in the bathroom besides the 2 inches of level space adjacent to the faucet, or on the tank behind the toilet. Or maybe I am complaining if I want light fixtures aside from bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Or an ironing board to go with the iron they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; buy me. Or cold water along with the hot water in the kitchen sink (with gloves on, the scalding is minimized). Hey - I have hot water!! What am I whining about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the light switch that triggers that breaker to trip, but then takes the whole apartment down with it. Or the electric blinds (cool huh!?) where up is down, and down is up. Or beautiful ceramic tile with smears of grout hardened in ugly brown patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if one expects the whole bathroom to get wet when you shower, then it makes sense to not have a place to put the toilet paper. After all, it'd get wet too, and who wants to use wet toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drapes? Nah, we know that the inventory list says that there should be drapes, but the aura of darkness instilled by the solitary-confinement prison cell appearance of the light-blocking shutters is by far better for the soul than any wispy fabric hung from a cold iron rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I laughed (or cried) the most when I talked with the landlord of this brand new apartment. I had been already planning how to convince him that he needed to install additional counter space, in the form of a bar that wrapped around to close off the kitchen from open view of the entering world, and provide much needed additional counter space. (I am messy when I cook. Princesses can be messy and no one should complain.) He proceeds to tell me how the original plans had a disturbing low wall and counter around the kitchen, and he made the builders knock it out. He likes it OPEN! Hmph, I bet he never cooks either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-6002352157219076830?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6002352157219076830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=6002352157219076830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6002352157219076830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6002352157219076830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/move-in-madness.html' title='Move-in Madness'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-7979398130877983262</id><published>2007-07-11T09:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:56:43.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We finally moved in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1TZ9WBEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/huhJ8SjvqiQ/s320/P1040572.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view is still beautiful, especially early in the morning (when these pictures were taken), or late in the afternoon, just as the sun is settling down into the water. Now I need to hang up my hammock on the deck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1T59WBFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IE4tLiK2A4E/s1600-h/P1040573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1T59WBFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IE4tLiK2A4E/s320/P1040573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1UJ9WBGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f2a5o60VA_g/s1600-h/P1040575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1UJ9WBGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f2a5o60VA_g/s320/P1040575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-7979398130877983262?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7979398130877983262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=7979398130877983262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7979398130877983262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7979398130877983262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/apartment-view.html' title='Apartment View'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpR1TZ9WBEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/huhJ8SjvqiQ/s72-c/P1040572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-3295861580806514914</id><published>2007-07-11T08:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T08:45:18.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate is the Eighth Wonder of the Natural World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The afternoon of our tour up North, we didn't really have lunch. We had chocolate. Though, maybe "did" chocolate would be a better description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRon59WA8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R0_4ka9zCWo/s1600-h/P7040124-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRon59WA8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R0_4ka9zCWo/s160/P7040124-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a small shop in an industrial section of the town, and entered a large room where chocolate is the teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRon59WA9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1gC2_ylvNB8/s1600-h/P7040126-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRon59WA9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1gC2_ylvNB8/s160/P7040126-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The facilitator started her business in the late 90's when the stock markets and the tech companies went flat. She eventually turned her small operation into a workshop instead of a factory, with all sorts of groups, kids to the ancient, stopping in to get their hands dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRonp9WA7I/AAAAAAAAADs/E3IFP0NVw0o/s1600-h/P7040121-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRonp9WA7I/AAAAAAAAADs/E3IFP0NVw0o/s160/P7040121-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and her daughter set out dozens of bowls of toppings and fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRooJ9WA-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ziw28ofHFQY/s1600-h/P7040130-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRooJ9WA-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ziw28ofHFQY/s160/P7040130-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But first we had to taste the pure stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpRJ9WA_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ydD6c9ECrk/s1600-h/P7040131-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085805622660039666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpRJ9WA_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ydD6c9ECrk/s200/P7040131-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The owner says that one of her favorite groups so far was from a visit she made to a hospital where she worked with several anorexic women. I'm glad to say I don't suffer from that disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewww... Chocolate covered truffle gooooooop.... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpRZ9WBAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ztRG6xWx54c/s1600-h/P7040135-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085805626955006978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpRZ9WBAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ztRG6xWx54c/s200/P7040135-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpSJ9WBBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H_WCU30sBLo/s1600-h/P7040140-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085805639839908882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRpSJ9WBBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H_WCU30sBLo/s200/P7040140-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Careful attention to detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRr3Z9WBCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yfmZkjYN39o/s1600-h/P7040137-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085808478813291554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRr3Z9WBCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yfmZkjYN39o/s200/P7040137-1.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The term "gremlin" comes to mind for some of these little beasts.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRt-p9WBDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pGeIHWMRq_I/s1600-h/P1040570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085810802390598706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRt-p9WBDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pGeIHWMRq_I/s200/P1040570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-3295861580806514914?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3295861580806514914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=3295861580806514914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3295861580806514914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3295861580806514914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRon59WA8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R0_4ka9zCWo/s72-c/P7040124-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8812391224099519351</id><published>2007-07-11T05:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:34:16.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Israel</title><content type='html'>My work team took a day off and headed up to the cooler lands up north, to Zichron Yaakov. (Here's a fairly comprehensive &lt;a href="http://www.thejewishweek.com/bottom/specialcontent.php3?artid=1439"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the region.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast in an old winery that was converted into a restaurant and visitor's center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRPdJ9WA2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TNmOaRS6_ck/s1600-h/P7040066-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085777241516147554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRPdJ9WA2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TNmOaRS6_ck/s320/P7040066-1.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasts in Israel are an odd mix of foods... Cucumber, tomato, feta salad; scrambled eggs or very flat omlette; variety of cheeses, soft and semi-firm; fish, usually salmon, sardines, or whitefish; and breads. Because of the kosher rules, do not expect meat. (They put fish and eggs in the "non-meat" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRUI59WA3I/AAAAAAAAADM/LkSkQG8vfTA/s1600-h/P7040077-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085782391181935474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRUI59WA3I/AAAAAAAAADM/LkSkQG8vfTA/s320/P7040077-1.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast, off to find out more about the region and get our history lesson about the 19th century Baron Rothschild, whose money and entrepreneurship grew the region into a large developed area. Then a brief walk around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRbRZ9WA4I/AAAAAAAAADU/oUpegpVWyeQ/s1600-h/P7040108-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085790233792217986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRbRZ9WA4I/AAAAAAAAADU/oUpegpVWyeQ/s200/P7040108-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;easaria isn't far from the Zichron Yaakov region, and the Roman influence is still around. The more adventurous part of our tour was a visit to the site of &lt;a href="http://www.meykedem.com/"&gt;ancient cisterns &lt;/a&gt;the Romans built to get water into thirsty, bath-happy Ceasaria. We climbed down one of the 7 shafts, and splashed through the hand chiseled tunnels in an inch of water, &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRbiJ9WA5I/AAAAAAAAADc/DzwHJakEcnA/s1600-h/P7040112-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085790521555026834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRbiJ9WA5I/AAAAAAAAADc/DzwHJakEcnA/s200/P7040112-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then 2 inches, then 5, then 8, then up to my knees, then my hiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085790766368162722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRbwZ9WA6I/AAAAAAAAADk/krNSTgpj7eE/s200/P7040116-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course, that was all before lunch, so I'll finish up about our afternoon next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8812391224099519351?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8812391224099519351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8812391224099519351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8812391224099519351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8812391224099519351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/seventh-wonder-of-food-world.html' title='Tour de Israel'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RpRPdJ9WA2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TNmOaRS6_ck/s72-c/P7040066-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-1812173730851525014</id><published>2007-06-21T20:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:12:23.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnuSX-x-QtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BkWAJNKsdwQ/s1600-h/Bday+from+the+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078813945477612242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnuSX-x-QtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BkWAJNKsdwQ/s320/Bday+from+the+hotel.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rnr8Vux-QsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-h7GkiHTE30/s1600-h/Bday+from+the+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am 28 again. It is very easy to remember, because my mom is 29 and it's impossible for me to be older than my own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little cake and birthday wish is from the hotel. They have to have a copy of my passport, so I think they spied on it and marked my birthday in their system. I won't complain. It's kind of nice to come back after a long day at work and be greeted at the front desk with a "Happy Birthday" and impish smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-1812173730851525014?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1812173730851525014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=1812173730851525014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1812173730851525014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/1812173730851525014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/28-again.html' title='28 Again'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnuSX-x-QtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BkWAJNKsdwQ/s72-c/Bday+from+the+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-209314491309913293</id><published>2007-06-20T16:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:59:01.528+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You call that DRIVING??</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I am very amused with what passes as 'Driving' here in Israel. Lane control are two words that I think cannot possibly coexist in the same sentence, and certainly not anywhere near a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you wonder if someone is changing lanes, cuz they are creeeeeeping over into your lane. But then, they slowwwwly creep back. (It's most fun on a curvy road, while you are trying to pass.) When they do change lanes, they actually use their blinkers more than the folks in Oregon do. But then it's as if they forgot what they were doing, and wait for a while... then slowwwwly creep halfway across, straddling the line. There they wait, pondering what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic lights are also different. A red light still means stop, but it gives you a warning yellow before turning green. Makes me feels like I'm a race car! 'Gentleman, Start Your ENGINES!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before turning red again, the green light will start to flash, usually 3-4 times. In Oregon, that would mean ACCELERATE! Not here. Slam on your brakes, and stop, while you wait for the light to turn yellow for a few seconds, then red. Seriously, I almost rear-ended a van that stopped at the green light. I did find out that my little Mazda has ABS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-209314491309913293?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/209314491309913293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=209314491309913293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/209314491309913293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/209314491309913293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-call-that-driving.html' title='You call that DRIVING??'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-6166410103629424310</id><published>2007-06-18T12:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:59:39.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Prepared</title><content type='html'>I know how important it is to be prepared to survive and thrive, so I have canceled my surfing lessons and the scuba diving trip, and am immersing myself in the culture here. Incredibly, as an add-on option to my Hebrew language lessons, I am also able to get my fighter pilot's licence. The online quizzes and the $50 Microsoft Flight Simulator program have really paid off, and I go out solo tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077328840275935906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnZLrex-QqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Pyuje5i7BU4/s320/Fighter+pilot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-6166410103629424310?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6166410103629424310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=6166410103629424310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6166410103629424310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6166410103629424310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-prepared.html' title='Being Prepared'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnZLrex-QqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Pyuje5i7BU4/s72-c/Fighter+pilot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-7657483162653833785</id><published>2007-06-17T15:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:08:13.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Party on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yes, we do suffer terribly while on assignment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnUqB-x-QoI/AAAAAAAAACU/glI7ocyvmaM/s1600-h/Lunch+at+Barbara"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010368450937474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnUqB-x-QoI/AAAAAAAAACU/glI7ocyvmaM/s320/Lunch+at+Barbara%27s.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a fun barbeque at my friend's house in Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaffa&lt;/span&gt;. (This is the same place where Noah dropped off one of his sons, and where Jonah ran to catch a boat instead of heading up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nineveh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My friend got here about 4 months ago, and landed a beautiful apartment. For a brief couple of days it looked like I might get a place in the same building, but the landlord had raised the price out of the allocated company budget, and no amount of fussing brought the price down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnUzwex-QpI/AAAAAAAAACc/mUhF6ZEKziw/s1600-h/View+from+S&amp;Ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021062919504530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnUzwex-QpI/AAAAAAAAACc/mUhF6ZEKziw/s320/View+from+S%26Ks.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the view from another friend's place. (Hard to see, but that's the Mediterranean between the buildings.) Sunsets are often golden, as there is very fine dust from Africa blown this way. I've even heard that on some days it can rain mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-7657483162653833785?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7657483162653833785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=7657483162653833785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7657483162653833785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/7657483162653833785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/party-on.html' title='Party on...'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RnUqB-x-QoI/AAAAAAAAACU/glI7ocyvmaM/s72-c/Lunch+at+Barbara%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-4122836546993880349</id><published>2007-06-17T15:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:04:42.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, it's a groaner</title><content type='html'>So, (that one's just for you, Grace), I have been learning a lot about the many cultures here in Israel.  I visited one area that was about 85% Arab and 15% Christian.  I saw some big mosques and some little ones.  Turns out that the big mosques are simply called mosques; the little ones are mosque'itos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-4122836546993880349?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4122836546993880349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=4122836546993880349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4122836546993880349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4122836546993880349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-its-groaner.html' title='Warning, it&apos;s a groaner'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-4198292012344941974</id><published>2007-06-11T08:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:01:08.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whewww - HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com"&gt;Weather Underground&lt;/a&gt; tracked the temp and humidity yesterday.  I felt like I was back in Boa Vista, Roraima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmzkh-x-QnI/AAAAAAAAACM/JZMgkmYgJzo/s1600-h/TLV+June+10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074682152579121778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="382" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmzkh-x-QnI/AAAAAAAAACM/JZMgkmYgJzo/s320/TLV+June+10.gif" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-4198292012344941974?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4198292012344941974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=4198292012344941974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4198292012344941974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/4198292012344941974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/whewww-hot.html' title='Whewww - HOT!!'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmzkh-x-QnI/AAAAAAAAACM/JZMgkmYgJzo/s72-c/TLV+June+10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-3847803965153216151</id><published>2007-06-11T00:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:40:26.095+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Masada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx9Uex-QmI/AAAAAAAAACE/1j25DDoNkQU/s1600-h/P1040476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074568670953226850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx9Uex-QmI/AAAAAAAAACE/1j25DDoNkQU/s320/P1040476.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M and I took a Saturday and ventured to &lt;a href="http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Archaeology/Masada1.html"&gt;Masada&lt;/a&gt;, south of the Dead Sea. Though the struggle we faced to get there was not of the same duration as the Roman soldiers laying siege to the mountain-top fortress, I did begin to wonder if we'd ever make it. You see, we got trapped in Jerusalem, wandering for forty minutes and forty seconds, waiting to stumble onto Highway 1. Hwy 1 eventually revealed itself and we were finally making our way, down, down, down towards the lowest "outdoor" point on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074558887017726450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx0a-x-QfI/AAAAAAAAABM/8l4TOVp9T8c/s320/P1040445.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mazda lease-car enjoying rest at a desert mirage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(First place in a long time that I've had to pay to use a restroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074558895607661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx0bex-QgI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwEz3ppbi7U/s320/P1040449.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The southern bit of the Dead Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx8kux-QlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RAMnYp2HDi4/s1600-h/Trail+up+Masada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074567850614473298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx8kux-QlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RAMnYp2HDi4/s320/Trail+up+Masada.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M thought it'd be fun to run up to the top of the mountain, but my new Mazda wouldn't hear of it! No hot and sweaty runner was going to blemish its new interior!! He had to be happy with the tram ride up instead...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trail of Sweat and Gnashing of Teeth in a Hot Dry Climate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or why Sarah is not in charge of naming things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074563242114564642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx4Yex-QiI/AAAAAAAAABk/YpO6knkBHiY/s320/P1040484.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;A Byzantine church (built well after the days of Herod)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx5v-x-QjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fJgh-oszFh0/s1600-h/P1040474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074564745353118258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="294" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx5v-x-QjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fJgh-oszFh0/s320/P1040474.JPG" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-3847803965153216151?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3847803965153216151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=3847803965153216151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3847803965153216151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/3847803965153216151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/masada.html' title='Masada'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmx9Uex-QmI/AAAAAAAAACE/1j25DDoNkQU/s72-c/P1040476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-8727277601119664723</id><published>2007-06-09T11:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:34:15.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The apartment M and I chose is just finishing construction, and should be ready at the end of the month. Here are some pictures. I am anxious to see what odd assortment of furniture and appliances I'll get....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074180672197640626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmscb-x-QbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TskjFvn2o8Q/s320/Israel-350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My New Apartment (red box)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmscb-x-QcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1kfswCD4TqA/s1600-h/Israel4-127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074180672197640642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmscb-x-QcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1kfswCD4TqA/s320/Israel4-127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lobby Entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmpgp-x-QXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gewJ22QFtbE/s1600-h/Israel-201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmpgp-x-QXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gewJ22QFtbE/s320/Israel-201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;View towards north beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmpgp-x-QYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6c3MnBeh-qg/s1600-h/Israel-203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmpgp-x-QYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6c3MnBeh-qg/s320/Israel-203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View South&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmsccOx-QdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pTcxP9__DUo/s1600-h/Israel4-212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074180676492607954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmsccOx-QdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pTcxP9__DUo/s320/Israel4-212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of kitchen from living room (front door is where the guy is standing, one bedroom/bath off to the right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmsccOx-QeI/AAAAAAAAABE/5zX8mZbxEks/s1600-h/Israel4-210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074180676492607970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmsccOx-QeI/AAAAAAAAABE/5zX8mZbxEks/s320/Israel4-210.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of living/dining room- hallway towards three bedroom, two baths off the right &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmpgp-x-QXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gewJ22QFtbE/s1600-h/Israel-201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmpgqOx-QZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IuYx4yTYtJ4/s1600-h/Israel-223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/RmpgqOx-QZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IuYx4yTYtJ4/s320/Israel-223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kitchen (Laundry room entrance in view)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-8727277601119664723?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8727277601119664723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=8727277601119664723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8727277601119664723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/8727277601119664723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wkvW5d5pfU0/Rmscb-x-QbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TskjFvn2o8Q/s72-c/Israel-350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163857410877727980.post-6392907275048018929</id><published>2007-06-02T21:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:12:16.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Well</title><content type='html'>Hi ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and I got into to Tel Aviv Sunday night, had an early (at least, early for us) dinner, then hit the hay... where I did a lot of tossing and turning and very little sleeping. M was out like a light, so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we met up with our "relocation specialist" and started the process of choosing where to live. Tel Aviv is about 1 to 1.5 hours from my work, but certainly a fun alive place. But the price of fuel is SSSsooooooooo expen$ive, and the apartments so overpriced for what you get, that I decided to move closer in to work, but still on the Mediterranean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose an awesome apartment, quite near a marina and a beach. It's got rooms and bathrooms galore, so pleanty of space for visitors. I'll take pictures soon. It's a brand new place, and will still take about one month to be move-in ready. (They still have to install AC, appliances, furniture, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the skewed work week, I work Sunday through Thursday officially, though because of the work I do with my teams back in the US, I also put in hours from 7pm to Midnight+ on Monday through Friday so I can actually meet and interact with them. Then, I have to swim, eat, bike, and sleep. Oh, the life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9163857410877727980-6392907275048018929?l=waysaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6392907275048018929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9163857410877727980&amp;postID=6392907275048018929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6392907275048018929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163857410877727980/posts/default/6392907275048018929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waysaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-ya-m-and-i-got-into-to-tel-aviv.html' title='Alive and Well'/><author><name>Sarah Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589991196211514994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
