One more thing I love about Jerusalem: The ability to tell time through prayer-services.
Thurs night/Fri morning, I was standing outside my building when I heard the muezzin calling Muslims to morning prayers. I said to myself, "Can it be 4 am already?" I got upstairs looked at my watch - and sure enough, it was 4.
This morning: I woke up at 5, fell asleep around 8 - how did I know it was 8? Because I heard the services starting in the synagogue across the street.
Tonight, at the Western Wall, I wondered what time it was - it felt like slightly before six - sure enough, I heard evening prayer services and knew that my internal clock must be right (which it was, since I got home around 6:30).
Also, I have a few Israeli songs stuck in my head that I've decided to share - they are oldies, not really the songs you hear on the radio everyday, but they are good songs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfpEjXxGTlk&ob=av3e
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-dwR8s3i0c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5QspR9hBdQ&list=FLOutFbwHq_mahcGyT1DzLiw&index=10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brUfNqgIWqg&list=FLOutFbwHq_mahcGyT1DzLiw&index=11
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eb2UvYqvvH8&ob=av3e
Allright, I am off to do laundry. I would rather clean a stranger's house, then cook him and 20 of his friends (or her friends) dinner, then do the dishes, than do laundry.
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