Got up in the morning and went to some Film director’s showing. He had a couple technical difficulties, which was sad, but eventually they got it going. He showed a movie of a girl getting her name changed because it was depressing. This was an alright movie, but meh, I didn’t like it for some reason. Wasn’t entertaining. Then he showed another movie he made about his dog and some WWI soldier named Finklestein that the guy’s father became obsessed with researching about. I couldn’t connect the two storylines (the dog and the soldier), so I didn’t really like it either.
Anyhow, we drove into Tel Aviv.
We went to the Israel Independence Hall, where they declared independence. First they showed us a lame movie that many people slept through, but then we went into the main room and this woman gave this really fantastic and moving speech about Israel’s independence. She was incredibly passionate about it, and expressed her love for the country. Really a good experience.
Then we went to an open air market, where we first went up and down the more touristy section. They were selling all sorts of hand made trinkets, watches, towel holders, jewlery, etcetera. It was all the same for a long way. I got a chocolate wrap from a vendor nearby, which was kind of similar to the stuff we had at the Bedouin camp.
Walking along, I saw a really cool and narrow junk shop. I looked around and found some really dusty awesome stuff, and then I found one of those small keychain noisemakers that would make the electronic war-like sounds (bombs dropping, guns rattling, in midi-awesomeness) and I needed to have it so I got it for 3 shekles.
Ordered ourselves, and then left for the other market, which was more produce and cheap-crap based. Much more authentic open air market, with people shouting and gross smells. I found some jam that looked like what I wanted to make a stone sculpture of, so I bought it.
We then went to the beach! Which was really nice and beautiful. I went into the water and it was almost perfect temperature. I jumped over, under, and into waves many many times. So fun. Ran in and out of the water. Exhausted myself, then went back to where people where relaxing and chilled there. Took jumping pictures again, which is always fun.
Then we went to Yitzhak Rabin Square, and Irad told us all about the tragedy. It was a solemn visit. We saw the area where he was shot, and Irad illustrated the precise happenings when he got shot. Saw a bust, and a memorial thing. They also put up copies of the original graffiti that was put up the morning after the shooting. Very interesting stuff…
Then we went back to the hotel and fetched dinner. After dinner, some guy talked to us about the Holocaust, in preparation for tomorrow. I couldn’t listen to him at all. He spoke really monotonously and dreary.
After that we had a pre-ending ceremony where we went around the circle and each said our thoughts on the trip. Everyone had touching things to say. I was really moved by Ilan’s speech about how he traveled to a lot of different countries before coming here because he was in search of something, but he finally found it when he went to Israel. I talked about how Israel seemed to be a very personal country to me. It’s a lot like California, it has the climates I like, the people are weird, the money is mostly change and not paper, and there are ruins everywhere. Yep.
After that I chilled with people by that bar for a bit. Everyone seemed exhausted and not much activity was stirring, so we went to sleep.
BUT on the way back 3 things happened. First (and at some other time), me and Jess saw this passed out guy in the hallway, and we tried to get him to go back to his room but he was passed out passed out. Jess poured some water nearby on him, and he didn’t respond much, and she poured a bit on his crotch which was hilarious. Then I ran into some girl who lives in Palo Alto, the town next to mine, and she was there on some other trip. She knew some people I knew, and goes to BU. Got her name and number :P. Thirdly, somehow I’m with Shmulek/Sam and we see the guy still there, so Sam goes to get a pen and writes little circles on the guy’s face. Poor guy, but so funny.
One more day…