I decided not to go to Turkey. Good thing, because Ronnie is meeting me here (in Israel) on Sunday! Can't you just see the bad sitcom scene now? But after a full day of flying on his part, I'll pick him up at Ben Gurion, head to Sde Dov (a really little airport in Tel Aviv) and we're flying to Eilat. I think it will be really cool to fly over the desert, and certainly faster than driving or taking the bus.
I have no good stories for today. I went out for breakfast to work at a coffeeshop, aptly named "Coffee Shop", and they handed me a menu in Hebrew. There's a small thrill in that. My experience is that if they see an American, they automatically go to English. And I think I look pretty American. And even though she saw me reading and writing in English, the waitress still spoke to me in Hebrew. And I got what I thought I'd ordered, so there was some success there.