Saturday night in Jerusalemt

You can tell when Shabbat is over, because all of the sudden, there's just more noise. It's not like there aren't cars and ambulances and all sorts of other things moving and making noise during the day, but at night, all of the sudden there's more of it.

Tonight, Ronnie watched the Cubs game online, and I walked down to Emek Refaim just to get out of the house. It was there that I finally learned how to tell the difference between Americans and Israelis. Americans sit in cafes and restaurants as if they haven't a care in the world. And they talk to each other really loudly. Israelis, on the other hand, can only be found where there are televisions tuned to the World Cup. And being that they are riveted to their seats fully focused on the game, there is no talking.