On Tuesday, we spent the morning reading over the thrilling rules and regulations of the Israel Teaching Fellows program with our City Coordinator, Shiran. It was truly thrilling.
No, I don’t have a picture of it.
It didn’t take too long though, so in the early afternoon a big group of us went off to the beach, for the first of many times.
The beach is beyond what I could have hoped for. The sand is soft and bug-free, the water is unbelievably warm, and there is a constant breeze blowing over the shore. I’m used to trying to go to the beach in the summer, which in the US means it is packed by noon-time, but this beach was relatively open and spacious. The lifeguards shout things in Hebrew that we can’t understand, but I don’t think they were yelling at us, so I think it’s okay.
After a summer of no beach, I was pretty pleased.
Later that night, we took a taxi to a local bar, called “Ha Ze” (or “the this”). There was a live band playing, and when they realized our table was full of Americans, they switched to playing American songs. My personal favorite was “Killing in the Name of.”