The cover of the International Herald Tribune showed an idyllic beach in Thailand with the title “114,000 dead” and I thought “how insensitive to show heavenly beach when somany people have just died.” In fact, looking closely, it’s a shot of people running, completely panicked, away from the 10-meter waves that are crashing their way.
Josef takes us to Akka, he learned his English from the GI’s in Germany from 63 to 76. Doesn’t use it much but keeps us entertained. Him and my brother.
deep-friedFish curled in pain
Gross fish in the grossest restaurant, with the nicest view of the Mediterranean sea. At least the sunset and the fish keep us entertained. The best part is Nic aiming bland wet half-chewed pickles at the cats who are staring at our fish carcasses.
Looking for someone’s flat we’re stuck in an elevator laughing hysterically (the four of us in a four-person elevator) at the New Year’s flowers (mangy red carnations) stuck to the mirror under the ever-so-drab neon lights with three band-aids of different widths on each of the two stalks of flowers. Of course dad filmed the manic elevator ride and Nic photoed the whole thing.
The taxi stops on Hatzionut right in front of a tree wrapped in a double-folded mattress. My brother thinks this is hysterical and can’t stop making us laugh about this. In retrospect I’m wondering…how could ANYONE make me laugh about this? But this is Nic’s super power. He can make anyone laugh at the most inane thing. It’s really great.
Giraffe’s entire menu
I swore I was never eating at Giraffe ever again, but I sampled every last one of their dishes and it was perfect. Really good! And we sat and laughed at the table with Mara’s family and I think I OD’d on Dove dark. But whatever, it has antioxidants. Doesn’t it?
We’re sitting at dinner and the fireworks start. Lamest fireworks ever: just one shot up and a lame little white light “poof”. Of course it’s not momentous if they’re shooting out flares! they paused for a while, to “recharge” ostensibly, whatever. As Nic said they must have robbed some boats to get the flares.
Hiccups and House on Fire
Of COURSE the taxi took the long way home. Now that they have all those nifty extra charges, they fling the meter on every time we get into the cab, and this time we were stuck in traffic. Nic hiccuped the entire way home and he decided to speak through the hiccups so we were all dying of laughter. Who knew you can completely grammatically punctuate and speak through a sentence in hiccups. House down the street caught fire from the fireworks. Lovely!