An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Archive for 9 November 2008
The Mr has pointed out some of the mistakes I’ve made in my posts, wrong names for wrong places and such. Hey, YOU try remembering everything you’re told without taking notes. Heh. It was the Robertson Arch, not Davidson. Davidson is the guy who footed the bill for the little museum they have at the dig. So, sue me. The gray cells ain’t what they use to be.
I’m starting to regret out decision to bypass the Shrine of the Book this morning. There were already too many people lined up to get in, and we’d had enough of crowds for a while. Maybe if, and when we can get our last night’s reservation changed, we can come back and stay here, hopefully begin able to take in the Scrolls .
After passing out for about a half hour, we decided it was time to in search of food and that specific t-shirt in the Old City. I even managed to walk the whole way in my new Israeli sandals. I’m not real sure what make them Israeli, but that’s what Avi calls them, so that’s what I’ll call them. I think they’re actually made here, but I have seen immitations elsewhere. Food was first and foremost on my mind, the Mr thought it best to get the buying in first. We did buy a few items, but no matter how many t-shirt shop we snooped, not one Carolina Panther shirt was to be found. Sorry Bushy! We did try! I’m not giving up yet, but according to one of the shopkeepers, that name is just not known in these parts.
Now, shopping in a place like that is a real learning experience. We’ve learned to ignore people trying to sell us something, in a round about way, of course. They sure do come up with some creative ways to get your attention. This happened as we were walking in through the Jaffa Gate. A man asked the Mr if he spoke English. Well, of course he does. So the man asked him to help with his English. He wanted to put an ad in the weekly paper about his new third shop he was opening. The Mr, being the polite person he is, was glad to help out, and wrote it down for him in English. What am I doing while I am standing there waiting to continue our quest? Well, I’m looking, of course! At jewelry. Stuff that sparkles. I’m like a magpie when it comes to sparkling things. Doesn’t matter what it is, I’m drawn to it. This just happened to be some very uniquie jewelry. Well, while the Mr is working out the wording for the man, he turns into one of the sweetest, butter would melt in his mouth, salesman. Needless to say, we walked out of there with a ring, a pair of earrings, and a cool box through in for free. I saw the brat when I saw that box. Don’t ask me why, I just did. After the jewelry, him throwing in the box was just the icing.
Now Arab men, this one being Armenian, have a habit of holding other men’s hands. I’m not sure why, but they do it. Gotta tell ya, the look on the Mr’s face was fairly priceless. He finally put a stop to, in no uncertain terms. That might be fine for Arab men, but you know those American men and their macho mentality.
After repeatedly explaining our need to hurry back to our quest, he drags us over to another shop. He takes into the back of the shop, with the proprieter and asks us to sit down. Now this got me leery. Well, it turns out the man had t-shirts as well and many other beautiful things, but not the one we wanted. After munch rangling, we finally got out there. I think he was about to start modeling his tshirts for us, and that just wouldn’t do. He had to be at least 65. Somethings just shouldn’t be experienced.
After making out great escape, we hurried about our business. With no success. I am not going to give up. I’m just going to have to elsewhere. Someone in this country must have heard of the Carolina Panthers! Surely, they must!
The Mr finally relented, and we got to eat. We went to a sister of the chain expresso coffee bar where we had eaten on Friday. I had to try something different, and different it was. Goat cheese, sliced eggs, and tomato on whole wheat bread. Doesn’t sound all that great, but believe, it was mighty tasty. Personally, I would rather have eaten at the Lebanese place right next to the t-shirt modeling salesman, but Mr was looking for real meat. What he got was tuna.
While we were walking back the mile or so to our hotel, it struck me. I felt safe walking on the streets after dark. Not many cities you can say that about, can you. At least not a big city. Yeah, they’ve had some serious problems, but in recent years, not so many, other than a raving lunatic on a bulldrozer or two.
So, while we may not have had the luck we were searching for, we did have….I should say I had some luck. And I wasn’t even asking for anything. Hmmm….
What’cha think? Now where am I going to wear something like that? Reckon he’s gonna have to let me put on my dress and take me out to dinner so I can wear ‘em, eh?
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Brought to by the Bible and Mrs. Silent.
Lucky for me, this has been a short day. My feet are so swollen, we spent a good chunk of the morning trying to find me a pair of shoes that won’t cut off the circulation to my brain. Yeah, it was getting that bad. AFTER we did a little snooping of course.
We went back over to the Old City were there is an archaeological dig. Many levels of history, from the 1st Temple era to the Crusaders, and Turks and….well, you get the idea.