I am going to make this hot-mess of a day a concise post. Basically I had to travel back to Jerusalem for my internship interview. In order to do so, I had to take a grand total of four buses and two metro's. Because I have an inability to grasp simple geography or directions, I spent an hour yesterday with Jenn figuring out my route to my internship. We decided that if I left the apartment at 9:15a, I would arrive in Jerusalem around 11:30 with plenty of time to spare to get lost once before finding the office building. I would also like to mention that growing up in South Florida has given me a disadvantage - for I take the weather for granted. I just assume it will be at the coldest: Sweater Weather. Well, let's just say it was 39*F and rainy in Jerusalem...compared to the high 50s and sunnyish in Tel Aviv. I bought a colorful umbrella at the Jerusalem bus station (but don't get too attached...I forgot it on the bus when we got back to Tel Aviv).
Skip ahead 3 hours - after my meeting/leaving my meeting/almost getting back to the metro(light rail)/getting called back to sign one more paper... I was on the bus back to Tel Aviv. We were about to arrive at the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station where I could catch my fourth and last bus back to the apartment when the bus driver kicked us all out... a few blocks from the station. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. But the streets were caution-taped off...and this nice gentleman from Montreal (yes I told him about the house in Stowe) speculated that they evacuated the station because of a mysterious package. People really need to put return labels on their mail. Anywho. We circled the station looking for the bus stop we both needed to get back to our respective places. The wind started to pick up, and the heavens opened upon us. Tired of being lost and cold in the rain, I got in a cab and came home.
I realize that I usually drive the Struggle Bus... but in this case, I was driving the Struggle Mack Truck (courtesy of fellow UM alumna and Career Israel participant: Molly Piccione)
There DEFINITELY had to be an easier way of doing this....But I am proud of you for managing!!! So sorry for the weather. I could have told you.... One time I stupidly decided that despite the blustery wind and the snow that was turning into ice pellets that felt like rocks hitting me in the face, I would make my way to the gym. After arriving all beaten and wet I made sure to have a looooong workout - for it to be worth the walk. And with that, the storm finally ended. At least the stoning part - wind was still swirling. Moral: it gets COLD in J-lem in the winter!
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