Great. My big idea included figuring out a bus route that would, someday, take me to a great sounding yoga studio. Since, in all of Israel, a bus map is harder to find than an Israeli with only one opinion about politics, I needed a dry run to this unfamiliar area. We walked 15 minutes to the end of Emek Refaim to catch the 24. Sounds simple...if you know which end to go to. Which we didn't. So we walked all the way to the other end. And waited. For a while. Then, the bus came! The nicest bus driver ever (of the 24) gestured to the other side of the street where we should have been waiting. (We did have a 50/50 chance of picking the correct side to wait on...I don't do well in Vegas either.)
So, we crossed over and got to wait some more! And more! And a little bit more!
It only takes 7 minutes on the 24 to get to the Israel museum (and get close to yoga...hooray!). 7 minutes plus 15 minutes to walk, and another 10 minutes of corrective walking, plus 26 minutes of waiting. Not too shabby!
Don't worry, I bribed the kids with a snack at the museum.
We went to the kids' section, created art in the recycling room, and ran around the sculptures. Mira and Amalya picked out posters for their room. Elan is choosing to decorate in the late-NFL period, with a modest showing of post-modernist NBA. We met Loren (who explored Hebrew U. campus and the Jewish Agency all day...the guy's got to get to work sometime!) for dinner after he walked up many hills to the Central Bus Station in search of my heart's desire. He did make the Egged workers' day by asking for something that hasn't been printed for years. My hero! No bus map, but a good walk! After dinner, we toasted each other with gelato, "To a great new year!"
It should be delicious.
It should be delicious.
