Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.


I’m back! And it’s very strange to be perfectly honest. It was much harder to leave home this time knowing how it feels to be separated from all my family and friends. But I tried not to cry as I walked through security (even though they were definitely there), and boarded my plane. Traveling alone also wasn’t very exciting, even though I devoured a book in FOUR HOURS, I haven’t read like that in a while. I was probably starving for real literature. For anyone who loves poignant, romantic (not even just in the boy/girl sense) , period novels go read RAINWATER by Sandra Brown. She usually writes mystery/romance novels. But this was very unlike her usual style and it was AWESOME. I was left with a bittersweet feeling in my heart, and somehow rejuvenated. Perfect way to start my long journey back to England.

My apartment looks exactly like my other apartment except we are on floor 2 (I promise to climb the stairs this semester) , and there are only five of us. Meaning Malka and I room together, DeeDee is rooming with our new friend Andrea, and Zuri gets the single. I love all the girls in this apartment and I’m looking forward to the semester we’re going to have.

Rehearsals for our Modern Production Workshop class begins tomorrow, but first we start the day with Movement then have Shakespeare – both with Profs who are brand new to me. I’m really excited! Now I just got to solidify these lines for rehearsal (aka modern workshop) , and prepare a monologue for tutorials on wed – which I’m first for yet again.

The few new students I’ve met are very sweet and friendly, as you will often find theatre students to be. It’ll be harder to get to know them since we only have one class together and that’s dramatic criticism.  But we are hoping to host a party this weekend in order to meet as many people as people.

Anyway, so we are pretty much all settled in, have been given our new schedules, and are strapping in for the rest of the semester.

Published in: on January 9, 2011 at 5:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

2010 in review…

WordPress emailed it to me, so I thought “why not share it?” . It’s neat to look back on my blogs of the past few months.


The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is doing awesome!.

Crunchy numbers

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The Leaning Tower of Pisa has 296 steps to reach the top. This blog was viewed about 1,100 times in 2010. If those were steps, it would have climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa 4 times


In 2010, there were 23 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 102 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 259mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was September 3rd with 44 views. The most popular post that day was Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It’s just not done..

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, mail.live.com, mail.yahoo.com, z9.invisionfree.com, and twitter.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for “toby stephens”, “jane eyre”, and mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.meaning.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It’s just not done. September 2010


You win some, you lose some September 2010
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If you can’t annoy somebody, there’s little point in writing. November 2010
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Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things. October 2010


I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information. November 2010
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Published in: on January 6, 2011 at 10:15 pm  Leave a Comment  

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

I’m officially the biggest procrastinator known to man. I apologize for my lateness (again) and (again) promise to be better. This will be my last post until I’ve returned to good ol’ London on the 6th of January.

Last week of BADA. Sad. So sad. I couldn’t believe that my time with all these amazing people was ending, and we were all moving on in different directions. These are the only people who will ever understand what sort of change I went through while in London (at least so far). They struggled with me, acted with me, and allowed me to grow as an actor and I can only hope I did the same for them. They are group of people I will never forget, and I look forward to our futures and hope that we will once again be on a stage together.


Amazing. It was one of the most wonderful shows I’ve ever done. It felt good to be up there, to throw myself around the stage, and deliver my novel length monologues at the end. The show went so well. The past four weeks of rehearsal added up to a remarkable show, that I will not soon forget. I was able to challenge myself and explore movement, and voice – things I’ve never really focused on in a show.

I’m so glad I got to be part of this show. The people, the script, and Jake our fantastic director. Times got hard sure, and there were moments I wanted to yell but in the end it was worth every moment frustrating or not.

A couple of photos – I’ll have official photographs in Jan/Feb – whenever the school processes them. but until then here are a few from rehearsals…



Man rides the sea (Ode to Man)

Hands of the dead reach for the living (Ode to Suffering)

Flaming sword strikes down pride

Bacchus' Followers - The Wild Maenads. I'm the one the turquoise bandanna. The one about to eat the guy.

Ode to Suffering

BADA Semester 1 was over in a flash, and I’m scared to go into Spring Semester. I don’t want this experience to be over. I miss Texas, I miss New York, and I’m eager to show SLC what I’ve got now that I’ve been away working my ass off. But I am also going to miss the heck out of BADA an the professors who have helped me grow so much.

This is starting to sound like an end post, and it’s not. I’ve got three whole more months, starting Jan 6th, which is not far off. I’ve already got a whole scrip to memorize and if I don’t my Dean (and my director) may have my head on a platter.

If I thought that Fall Semester was hard, Spring is going to be even harder. There will be EIGHT of us, all in the same classes, day after day, helping each other and working together. It’s going to be amazing, and insane.

I love the life I’m leading.

So Merry Christmas everyone, I hope wherever you are you are with people who love you. Until my return to London, my friends, I am off! Taking a break from the blog (I know, I know, I kinda already did), and I will return ready to write with vigor!

“Actors are willing to give their entire lives to a moment–to that line, that laugh, that gesture, or that interpretation that will stir the audience’s soul.”

Published in: on December 26, 2010 at 4:06 am  Leave a Comment  

Well – I procrastinate.

So, London Semester 1 has come and gone, and I miss it terribly. I am home now, enjoying hot weather, and the friends I’ve gone without talking too.

I will update the blog on how Antigone went when I’ve got my two and a half hour drive up to see family. But right now I’m enjoying TV time with my mother, and resting my aching feet from three hours of baking.

But I PROMISE to tell everyone how Antigone went, and my adventures with mom in London.

Love to everyone!

Published in: on December 20, 2010 at 3:26 am  Leave a Comment  

The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.

I think it is safe to say I won’t be earning any blogging awards this year, seeing as I am constantly forgetting to blog, or don’t think I’m doing anything interesting enough to warrant a post.

I’m still working, working, working. I get up, go to rehearsal, come home, eat, go to sleep. Even last weekend I spent a lot of time inside, especially since the weather has gotten much colder, and you have to bundle up to go outside. I’m still a South Texas girl through and through and the cold will never sit well with me. I don’t knwo how I’ll survive in NY the rest of my life.

It began to snow this week, and the snow in London is really beautiful! I woke up one morning, was going about my usual morning business, glanced out a window and – SNOW!! Needless to say, DeeDee and I had a scream-jump-around fit, and reverted to being six. After a couple of days of the snow fall I took a few photos of my walk through Regent’s Park on the way to school::



I took this photo from our rehearsal room. It's a cute little yard.

Bessie is chilly! Poor girl.

In other news, I am own to my last weekend in London, since next Saturday I will be on a plane back home. I’m a little apprehensive. Excited to see my family and friends who I have been missing like crazy. And at the same time I’m worried more about the culture shock returning back to the states, than I ever was here. In one of the abroad packets they warned us it is always harder to return home after being abroad, because you’ve adapted to a new way of life, new cultures, customs, and you yourself have changed a lot. I can’t say I’m an entirely new person at all, I’m still the girl i was before, but I’ve definitely come to a lot of new realizations about myself, about what I want out of my life, and what I need to do to get there. And that does make me different than when I left the states. And I’m sure I’ll change even more after my second semester here.

So yes, apprehensive, but so excited that I get to have three weeks of my family and friends.

Plus, my mother will be here Monday morning! I will make sure to blog with photos of stories of our trouble making. I hope London is ready for us.

Published in: on December 4, 2010 at 10:36 am  Leave a Comment  

Forever on Thanksgiving Day – The heart will find the pathway home.

Thanksgiving has to be my second favorite holiday. I love the gathering of my family, the bustle (and sometimes panic) in the kitchen, and the happy noise of a family together. The obscene amount of food, the warmth and most of all – the love. Every year, the recipes change, the people, the dinner table, but the love is always the same. This time of the year I am always struck by the intense thanks I feel for having the loving family I have. Each and every one are amazing, beautiful people, who have seen me through my entire life. They have supported me, taught me, and guided me. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I would not be the person I am without their influence. I could never give enough thanks to family, or to my friends. And for the life I have been blessed with.

Last Thanksgiving changed for me and for my family when we said goodbye to Kimberly. I remember still having dinner even through our mourning, because that’s what Kimmy would have wanted. For us to still be together. I don’t feel this should take away anything Thanksgiving meant to me. Rather it solidifies everything I believe about the holiday. It strengthens my love for life , my family, and reminds me that life is a fragile, amazing thing and should not be taken for granted. I am so thankful Kimmy was in my life even if for a brief time. I know she is still with us, and will be forever, always watching over us, looking out for us as we continue through our lives.

So thanks be for everything. Sometimes I am angry at my life, envious of other and forget how beautiful and amazing my life is. It’s nice to have such a loving reminder every year.

This Thanksgiving I am away from my family, and that is hard , but they know they are in my thoughts. And my school has been kind enough supply a thanksgiving dinner for all us American students, who may miss having that annual turkey.

So on a much lighter note – who could keep me from eating turkey on thanksgiving? Not living in London, that’s for sure! Turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes here I come! It doesn’t hurt the school is also providing free wine.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Enjoy the food, the family, and the love.

And specifically to my family – I love you all so much! I wish I could be there to hold your hands and pray, but I’m thinking of you all day! Make sure to name the Turkey(s), and eat your weight in green bean casserole (BEST).

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Published in: on November 25, 2010 at 1:41 pm  Leave a Comment  

If you can’t annoy somebody, there’s little point in writing.

Alright, so I’m late again. But only by a week…ish. Things are really taking off here, with rehearsals from morning to night, leaving only enough time to go home, eat dinner, relax for an hour, then sleep.But it’s amazing, and I can’t believe I’m down to only 19 days here, before I leave for my winter break.

Antigone rehearsals are going absolutely amazing, if not kicking my butt completely. Since I am a member of the chorus I partake in 5 separate odes, where we tell stories between scenes. They involve lots of vocals, dancing, swinging about, yelling, and basically acting crazy. They look amazing, but oh gosh jumping around is taking its toll on my body. I already threw my back out a bit this past week. Nothing a little massage from DeeDee couldn’t take care of. It’s amazing to work with these group of eople, and I can’t think of a better collaboration process I’ve had with any other show. It really is growing so organically. Especially since the choral odes have no stage idrections to go off of. Everything we block is purely from us and our imagations.

I can’t tell you how Messenger is going, because we haven’t gotten to my part yet. Tomorrow is the first time I’ll get up and work with that character, but I’m sure it will be fantastic. Our director is a a great guy, and I’ve loved working with him. This will be a fantastic show!

We had another master class! This time with Toby Stephens, an actor we saw perform at the National Theatre here in London. He was fantastic, and despite what others thought I felt he was really talented. As well as stage work he’s done plenty of film. For those a fan of Jane Eyre, he was Mr. Rochester in the BBC version. He’s also Magie Smith’s son, for those Harry Potter fans.

Anyway, he had really wonderful things to tell us. He was very honest, telling us that there would be times when we would want to leave this difficult industry, that we would ask ourselves “why the hell am I putting myself through this?”. But that we should remember why we wanted to do this in the first place, and keep going. Even if things don’t seem to be working out. He also reminded us that theatre is our jobs, not our whole lives, and this is an important distinction to make.

Other than rehearsals, nothing is happening at all. I’m not going out really to explore, finding myself way too tired on weekends to do much. Yesterday was the first time I actually went out and did anything. Malka and I went to Covent Garden (which is slowly becoming one our places to go), and had a lovely breakfast, then went holiday shopping in the outdoor market. I also had my first cup of hot, mulled wine – oh man, now that stuff is good. I might learn how ot make it, so I can cook some for christmas.

Sorry again for my late update. Things are moving so quickly here I can barely keep up and I’m having a hard time believing I’ll be leaving so soon after getting here. Yet I’m already making plans to head back, bracing myself for the horrors of packing , and getting really excited to see home for the three weeks I return. And then it starts all over again!

Published in: on November 21, 2010 at 1:25 pm  Comments (1)  

I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.

Wow, everyone is SO allowed to yell at me. Israel came and went, I’m back settled into London and rehearsals are onto day three, cast list is up, and I’ve forgotten to post. I will begin my groveling now, begging for your forgiveness, and promising to be better. “Blah blah blah blah, SORRY, blah blah blah”.

Okay, with that out of the way and your forgiveness surely earned I will try to update in a neat way, rather than completely muddled.

The End of Israel:

So sad to leave that beautiful, beautiful country. Plus it was so warm. We spent the last of our days shopping a little more, and we got to explore a little arts and crafts market, where I picked up a couple of goodies for people back home.

We also attempted to go hiking but got entirely lost and misdirected so all we did is drive up to the top of a mountain and get some AMAZING views. Besides, according to my father I was not prepared to go hiking since I had no real hiking boots or anything like that. Guess he won’t be a hundred percent for my backpacking in South America idea.

Anyway, so here are some of the great views we got from the top of the mountain. It’s all just forest, and stretches out, in more valleys and hills. Little abandoned houses that are hundreds of years old sit perched idly on hill sides enjoying their views.

A view from the mountain! I stood at the edge for this shot, it was amazing. Everyone should stand at the edge of a mountain at some point.

We also went to this little grocery store that was tucked away on the mountain. It dries all these fruits and carries so many spices. This was where I met dried coconut. Possibly one of the greatest things on earth – no lie. You can eat it just like it is or throw it into some cereal for a little extra sweetness. Yum.


Word: Dried Coconut : Definition - Coconut that has been dried, and thus has become this amazing food you could sit and eat all day. See also - addiction.


Israeli spam.. it exists everwhere....ew....

Malka, her family, and I trekked out to Gush Etzion a little winery that makes wine from local grapes grown. Tiny winery but the wine was fantastic. This was also my first wine tasting ever, and I must admit I liked it. I’m going to be doing this more. My favorites were the white, Cabernet Sauvignon, and the dry dry red. The lady behind the counter also got pretty friendly with us and before we knew it we were tasting caramel and chocolate liqueurs as well as this dark cherry liqueurs that was phenomenal. The caramel and chocolate were a little sweet for my taste, but the cherry was perfect.

I will take all six of these to-go please.

The little vineyard...pretty! I wanted to go running through it. Malka told me it was probably a bad idea.

This is Maple, the neighbor's dog. She's the sweetest thing in the world, and greeted us every time we came home or left.

We left the city at 3 am, depriving ourselves of sleep all day until we ere on the plane at 6:30 am. There, with a mix of exhaustion and one of my muscle relaxers (my back was having spasms for whatever reason, I was rendered unconscious until we touched down in London at 11 am. It was a bus ride back home, and a short walk before we collapsed in our apartment. I can’t even begin to describe how odd it was to be back in our London flat and to call that “home”.

A little church we came across, I liked the lighting in the photo.

Beginning of Rehearsals

So rehearsals! We began bright and early at 10 am on Monday morning. Our director is all about the chorus in Antigone, so we did tons of ensemble work then got to do monologues, some scenes together, and generally just got to play with one another. It’s a great company of actors. Everyone is so warm, welcoming and free. Definitely a fantastic enviornment to work in.

The cast list went up yesterday, with me given the role of Messenger. I run in at the end of the show and have two extremely long speeches, as well as several other lines, as I describe the tragedy that occurs at the end of Antigone. Prior to this I will be a member of the chorus and get to do dance, singing, and all sorts of fun movement things throughout the course of the show.

Today we’ve just been working on chorus things. Working through scenes, improving dance, singing, movements, dialogue. and I have to tell you it’s been some of the best first rehearsals I’ve ever had. Everyone is into it at all time, trying new things, following other people’s leads. It’s a brilliant company, and our director is allowing us to freely explore before we have to start tying things down. For this show, where we want to really get to the heart of the Greek tragedy is going to be amazing.

So all is well with me. I’m supposed to be hammering out a paper right now but I thought updating my blog was so much more important. Especially since I’ve already neglected it. And I know everyone couldn’t wait for an update!

Well, I am alive and well. Cold has actually set in here, and it’s windy and chilly from morning to night. We’re all nervously awaiting the Winter when it was snow or slush or whatever the heck it does in London. But for now we bundle up and are thankful we can walk to school and be completely dry by the time we get to rehearsal. The park is beautiful by the way. The trees are almost completely bare and the leaves are orange, red, and sometimes pink. I’ll try to get a photograph soon.

Published in: on November 10, 2010 at 3:18 pm  Comments (1)  

The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.

I can’t get over this city. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, and it’s such a mix of cultures. I was telling Malka that I can’t even fathom how much this one piece of lands means to so many different people, and for so many different reasons. But whoever you are, and whatever you believe there is something in the air here, a certain energy that is invigorating. I need to be carrying a notebook with me to take down notes and thoughts to share with you all because I keep reminding myself to tell you certain things, then I probably just forget them as soon as I start typing in my “new post” box. Let’s see, what has been going on …

The Old City

For those unfamiliar with what the Old City is, it is a walled area within the modern city of Jerusalem; it lies within East Jerusalem. Until the 1860s this area constituted the entire city of Jerusalem. The Old City is home to several sites of key religious importance: the Temple Mount and its Western Wall for Jews, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for Christians, and the Dome of the Rock and al-Aqsa Mosque for Muslims. [Thanks Wikipedia for the definition]

So Malka and I trekked out there. It’s amazing to go from your basic city of Jerusalem and then begin to see the ancient walls peeked up from the hills. You don’t really comprehend how huge they are until you are right there, standing at the foot of them. Stepping through the Jaffa Gate, you are surrounded by souvenier stores, different languages all around you, and a fervid buzz of activity. Our first stop was the Kotel, or the Western Wall, which is a very holy place for the Jewish people. It is separated into a men’s section and a women’s section (In very orthodox Jewish communities the men and women are separated, and do not even touch). As you approach the wall, all woman, dressed very conservatively (this was different for me, wearing a longer dress, tights, boots, covering up my arms, and hiding as much chest as possible), are touching the wall either with their hands or foreheads. They are whispering a prayer, the women who sit, rock back and forth as they pray. And in the cracks of the wall you can see rolled up pieces of paper, that contain hopes and prayers of people who have come to pray there. It’s a beautiful place, and although for me there is not exactly a religious connection, it was still a powerful experience.

The second stop was made at the Church of the holy Sepulcher – a very religious spot for those of Christian faith. It contains the final stations of the crucifixion : where Jesus was stripped, where they nailed him to the cross, and where he was laid to rest and then resurrected. It also contains the stone where he was anointed prior to burial. Today, the church is home to six denominations, Roman Catholic, Greek Orthodox, Armenian Orthodox, Syrian Orthodox, Coptic Orthodox, and Ethiopian Orthodox. It’s a very moving experience to be here, and although I was a little confused by the lack of actual information inside the church (it was all in Greek – which I obviously do not speak) you still feel a very spiritual connection to the church. I did not stand in line to enter Jesus’ tomb, but I did kiss and touch the spot where he was nailed to the cross. I was also able to say a prayer, and feel the stone where he was anointed before being buried. Beautiful, magnificent church.


I didn’t realize it until I was laying down for bed that I had been there on All Saint’s Day. For me this is a memory I couldn’t trade for anything in the world. And I cannot stop thinking how lucky I am to be in this place. It’s also just fascinating to experience so many different cultures. One minute you’d be in the Jewish quarter, then in the Armenian quarter – it’s a wonderful thing. I love experiencing the different people, their experiences and beliefs. That’s the kind of world we should live in. One where we can share, be open minded, and learn from each other.

One of the narrow streets in the Old City

Women praying at the Kotel

Wooden tomb that surrounds the spot where Jesus was buried and ressurected.

this picture jsut shows how massive the old city walls are. I'm the tiny speck at the bottom, by the tree!

Yad Vashem

Yad Vashem is the holocaust memorial museum here in Jerusalem, and it’s really breathtaking. It’s seated at the top of a large hill (mountain? Sometimes it’s hard to tell here), and the buildings are made from a mixture of Iraeli stones which are beige and sandy, and cold, grey concrete. It’s a strange but beautiful mix. The trees that line the paths have small plaques at the base of each which a name of a non-Jew who aided the Jews in some way during the war. Schindler’s tree is among them.

One of the most beautiful memorials is a large room, that is usually dark (it wasn’t when we were there), and the only light is a flame lit in the center of the room. Surrounding it is black and grey stone etched with the names of all the concentration camps. The other most striking area is the Hall of Names – which is essentially a library of those who died during the holocaust. Names are still being added today.

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve studied the holocaust in detail for the past couple of years, just through the classes I’ve taken and separate independent study projects. It’s an event that means a lot to me although I’m not Jewish. It’s an event the world should never forget happened, and could happen again if hate continues in our world. Hitler was just a man, like any of us, and given the right amount of power, and the ability to do so he attempted to wipe out a entire group of people. It can happen again. Because people can be ugly, and we need to remember this. That in every single person is the potential to be beautiful, and do great, amazing things for one another, but also the potential to do the worst to each other.

The Hall of Remembrance - the names on the ground are the concentration camps.

This is a memorial to the Warsaw Ghetto - it's a large stone patio (for lack of a better word) - it's beautiful.

Israel is teaching me many things, and giving me time to really reflect on the world. It’s something that doesn’t happen often when you’re safely tucked awake in a environment that is normal for you. You feel safe, secure, and at home and forget about the whole rest of the world. Now that I’m not in my normal safe place, I get to be reminded of the world. I don’t know if I’m making sense anymore, and before I run the risk of getting preachy (or preachier) I will end the post.


Oh forgot to mention – I got a little crazy and bought a brand new leather backpack (my first bargaining experience in Israel) AND…..*drumroll*… got a new ear piercing. It’s a little green stone, and I love it!

The view from Yad Vashem - AH! Amazing!


Published in: on November 2, 2010 at 4:40 pm  Comments (1)  

Shalom! [Welcome!]

Before I begin writing about my travel to Israel, and how the first day went, I should let everyone know how auditions went. I felt really good about my work, proud of what I did, and it definitely paid off! I’ve been cast in the company of Antigone – my dream play. Final roles won’t be decided until after the first rehearsal the Monday we get back, so I’ll keep everyone updated. It should fantastic though!

Okay! So Israel. Well I can’t say that airports freak me out. Even heightened security doesn’t perturb me. I can do airports like a business man who lives our of his suitcase. Shoes off, laptop out, boarding pass and I.D. ready. Go.

Unfortunately, this was the most difficult time I’ve ever had. There is something suspicious about a non-Jewish student traveling on a Jewish airline, to Israel when she has no family or connections there. They questioned Malka and I, then separated us to interrogate us further. “How long have you known her?” “Do you know her well?” “Why are you going?” “How long?” “Where?” “Will you be traveling anywhere alone?” On and on, until finally they told us to continue on through but to show up at the gate an hour early. We got to the gate only to be ushered to a back room, asked a couple more questions then have our bags taken and shoes swiped. Little taxing on the nerves, I have to admit. But at least they were being thorough and I tried to stay polite, honest, and in good humor.

We made it through, got onto the plane and settled in for our four hour flight. We arrived in Israel this morning at 4 am, sleepily got our passports stamped (my second stamp – look at me world traveler!) , and climbed into a communal taxi, and headed to Jerusalem.

Sunrise in Israel

Finally it's light out!

Arriving at Malka’s apartment at 7 am, we we completely exhausted by this point and fell into bed and slept until noon. From there we walked into Ben Yahuda which is a shopping square sort of area in the city. Saw some beautiful ceramic stores. I had my very first Israeli meal – Shwarma! Think of a falafel – thick bread wrap, French fries, baby chicken meat, cucumbers, tomatoes, fried onions, and probably some other things I’m forgetting. It was – so good. And huge!

Here’s something that has been throwing me off – the currency (shekel). It’s weak compared to the American dollar so I find myself paying “a lot” for things like shwarma will be 25 shekel. Which throws you off until you realize that translated to American dollars it’s only 4 dollars.

The other thing I’m going to find difficult is that everything and everyone is in and speaks Hebrew. Not exactly a language I know anything about. Luckily Malka’s Hebrew is decent enough and she’ll be able to get us around. It’s beautiful here though, and I’m looking forward to this week to really explore a city that not many people say they have been too. I will do tons of updating this week – promise! Now to celebrate Halloween (for the horror movie buff I am, Halloween is the best holiday. I must celebrate it – even in Israel), Malka and I will watch the most fantastic movie – Dead Alive. Zombies, here I come! (And I bought some Israeli chocolate that contains popping candy. Different, but intriguing.)

Malka and her brother Noam, who is studying in Israel for the year.

Malka and her brother Noam, who is studying in Israel for the year.

Wandering around the city



Inside the Sheq...Not sure on the spelling. Malka can correct me later.

Published in: on October 31, 2010 at 7:21 pm  Leave a Comment