The sun finally made an appearance in Tel Aviv on Saturday. We took a stroll on the beach and put our feet in the Mediterranean Sea. My girlfriend fell in when the tide shifted. We searched an Indian restaurant for lunch but the one we had pegged was clothed. A number of people where around the sea, but far fewer roamed inland during Shabbat. We were surprised just how much was closed in secular Tel Aviv on Shabbat.
Then we strolled along the boardwalk type thing by the sea and watched the sun disappear behind the horizon. We ate overpriced Indian for dinner. We grabbed our luggage from the hotel and walked to the bus station. There are people of many different ethnicities around the bus station. I noticed Ethiopians tend to have jobs such as busboys, cleaning ladies, and security guards.
A nice young man in a yarmulke helped me load up our luggage onto the bus to Jerusalem. We made it in 50 minutes and took a quite saunter besides the tracks of the tram until we got to our hostel. In the aftermath of Shabbat, the streets were so quiet. We noticed, from the few people who were out, that people are far more religious over here.
Last year at the end of Passover when I said next year in Jerusalem was the first time I was actually telling the truth.
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