First Ulpan

After returning late from Gossip late last night, and staying up after I got home, it wasn't easy to get out of bed.  Yet, it was well worth it.  Perhaps it was that my brain was tired, and thus, I could only focus on one thing, and ergo, was entirely focused on the Ulpan lesson.  I really enjoy our ulpan teacher, Michal.  I felt like I was learning quite a bit - I wonder if her methods of teaching, which is generally pretty active with lots of opportunities for participation, would have helped my German?

After Ulpan I walked with a few peers of mine and sat with them while they got lunch.  They went for hamburgers.  I passed.  They said they were amazing.

I walked back to Herzl apartments, and borrowed the mailbox key after lunch, and then, happened to run into Nicole which was nice since I had someone to talk to.  We went to check the mail, but much to my dismay, there was nothing in the box.  My phone remains at large.  We kept walking and chatting until I veered off towards the grocery store.

It was one of those trips that was necessary, and yet, I wasn't entirely clear what I needed.  I perused the aisles for a while, eventually picking up some potatoes (however, upon arriving home I discovered that the pressure cooker has a missing valve and the oven doesn't work at the moment), garlic, onions, a large tub of hummus, fine table salt, three bottles of red wine, and a 56 pack of toilet paper.  I wrote this because I want to impress the volume and weight upon the reader.  I got lost, and roamed carrying all this for about an hour around Ramla.  Imagine me walking up and down the streets with a massive bag of toilet paper, a backpack with two pockets for water bottles holding wine bottles instead, and frantically searching for something familiar.  I took the longest possible route home (without going in circles or repeating myself).

Once home, I made some pasta for Izy and myself along with sauce.  We opened the first bottle of the wine I purchased earlier.

We finished the first bottle shortly after with Argentinean Jonathan's help.

I stopped dinner to skype for the first time since arriving and check some details on this blog, which I haven't given credit on the name for.  Thank you JeeYoung.

Then the lights started turning off randomly, the breaker was flipping every few minutes.  I think it was the fault of the electric organ that we were playing with earlier.  Yes, we have an organ in our apartment, and a crazy mural over my bed.

During one of the power outages, we decided that resetting the router would be a good idea.  It wasn't.  Now we are stuck on default factory settings, and can't get online (this will be posted later).

Katie from Herzl showed up, I returned the post office key to her, and we opened another bottle.  Only now am I starting to really feel the affects of the wine.  I continued to eat Hummus and Pita to stave off the alcohol from taking any sort of control.

Conversation meandered, and that was the evening.