Tiberia Day Two

I woke up to Mikhail hovering over the couch-cot-thing. Apparently it was time for lunch. We headed downstairs for more of the same fried crap as usual. Afterwards my cousins dropped by to get me shaving cream, since mine bit the dust the morning I left for Israel. I walked with Roee to the Kineret, where we caught up considerably and made plans for the week I was staying over his place. Hopefully they will still pan out.

After a quick tour of the Kineret and some information we made it to a grassy area by more ruins to talk about our Jewish identity.  It was a pretty deep discussion that I feel brought the group together. You could really tell what kind of people we had in this group in terms of how they identified themselves as Jews.

We walked back to the hotel, where I met the Snirs for some time. My cousin lent me his watch, and they left so I could get ready for Havdala and the first club night. Havdala was cool, but everyone is still feeling each other out, and you get the sense that we aren't quite comfortable with one another yet.

We had dinner at a restaurant along the Kineret, which consisted of pizza, humus (yes!) fried fish, pasta and salad. Some of us tried our first Israeli alcohol (the beer of choice being Goldstar) but I stuck with water. The club was fun, got to do some dancing, some making out, and drink Goldstar by the pint. They rip you off when they know you're American, but whatever it was delicious and a good time.

There was some awkwardness in the club that night. Number one, Jews should NEVER EVER EVER dance en masse. It looked like a bar mitzvah out there. Secondly, I accidentally grabbed Phil's hand instead of Heather's. After the club, when we were watching Eurotrip, Heather and I basically watched sex. Well, something close to it, but it was awkward nonetheless. We left for my room, and hung till about two until we decided it was time for bed. Eric returned without shoes shortly after, and we gossiped like schoolgirls before going to bed.