So. Some events. Some commentary. Miss you all. Enjoy.

First and foremost, it's become ever so clear the importance of camp in my life. The free, tell all spirit encouraged by Jewish camping is unrivaled and the difference in people is conspicuous. I love camp, I love people who understand camp and that seems to be an underlying recurrence in my best friends. On the camp track, Jill, Max, Mollie and I met Sam Roberts near Ben Yehuda last night and had a wonderful time with him. It's the dimples.

Max and I have been trying to make regular trips to the Shuk. Today we took a bus down and bought lots of fresh stuff: salmon, tomatoes, onions, pita. I made salmon in a white wine and lemon sauce with peppers, onions and mushrooms for dinner. A couple nights back Max and I cooked for a few friends of ours. We make penne with onions and mushrooms sauteed in a red wine butter sauce. Delish. Cooking is fun.

After a few weeks I am beginning to appreciate knowing SEPTA like the back of my hand. We've been slowly figuring our way around via the buses, but I couldn't begin to explain the geography of Jerusalem, how to walk somewhere or the way to anywhere but Ben Yehuda or Emek Rafaim. We've vowed to stop taking cabs, so buses are the only choice here. No regional rail. No subway. No weird trolley's that are underground sometimes and above ground others. Nada. Just buses. Hopefully I'll master it in the next four months.

HEADLINE: Jews who come to Israel like to ball. Great news. I've got a pretty solid group of guys, and a girl, who love to ball. I've been playing three or four days a week: twos, threes and even some fours and fives. It's nice to actually play some good pick up ball.

Thursday Laynie and Leah are coming down for the weekend. We're all excited to see them. We'll go to the Shlichim reunion on Thursday and see Sam and then go out to Foccacia (Sam and my favorite restaurant here). Hopefully we'll make our way to the shuk and the old city on Friday/Saturday. No plans set in stone except excessive cuddling. Yes to that, as Ilayna would say.

Alright. I'm tired. Oh, cherry beer, delicious. Check it out.

Be well. Love always,
Kress