Well, little did I know, after our night together, Heather would progressively phase me out for the rest of the trip. This morning she decided not to sit near me, etc. It didn't get me down, because this trip is not about girls, it's about the experience and the friends you make along the way. I sat with Ariel, Eric and Emma on the bus, and just put on music.
I took a bunch of pictures with the Iraelis, and this is where Alon and I really began to become friends. We talked a lot about his plans after the army to come to the States, and my plans to return to Israel. He also began to teach me more Hebrew, and encouraged me to try to speak even if I couldn't get it right. The hike was treacherous but a lot of fun. After a quick food break we loaded up the bus to Tel Aviv.
On the way, we stopped in Alon's neighborhood at a farm for an organization called Table to Table. They wanted us to pick peppers for a few hours. It was nice out, so why the hell not? Lama lo? So Emma and I and some nice Australians grabbed buckets and went pepper picking. We talked about life, love, Judaism, lesbianism, New Orleans, you name it, really.
After a few hours it was time to head to Tel Aviv, where we packed into our tiny hotel. We showered and packed for the night in the Bedouin tent. We got all excited for the club, but since it was going to happen immediately after Independence Hall, which was a drag, the club kind of blew.
I went back by like midnight and fell asleep in Heather's room until I returned to mine.
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