Wadi Nisnas

I woke this morning later than usual, mainly because the clocks had jumped forward, who is this Summertime, and why does he steal my time, I didn't ask for it, and I don't want it, I like being only an hour ahead of the UK, now I'm back to two.


So this morning was taken up with paying for the new TV as the machines last night would not pay out, and the TV shop does not like Barclays Bank, how is it that the card is marked with the visa sign, yet in Israel I have been refused on numerous occasions, if I go shopping now I have to remember to keep cash in my purse for just such occasions.


Gas for the BBQ is now purchased hoses are in place, and pretty soon we may even fire it up, woohooo burnt food and black bits in your teeth I can't wait.


Next stop the German colony Tourist Information, I need a wee runaround for the Little Princes arrival, the lovely man in the tourist info directed me to Suncars, and I taxied to the showroom, I was greeted by two nice guys one could speak my lingo, and one couldn't, it really is amazing how much you can achieve with gestures and simple words.  Anyway when I arrived my ickle car wasn't ready, so I waited, then the lingo speaker came over and said the car still wasn't back and would I mind a Chrysler which was a bit bigger but for the same cost, I think he saw the panic in my face, as he looked over my shoulder and announced 'its ok your car is back'. So I signed the papers, I was told how many kilometres I could drive, and what the immobiliser number was, thank god its a simple combination, I had visions of a complex number and being stuck in the middle of nowhere unable to start the car.  I was told if the car needs a clean all I need to do is pop back and I will get a token for the car wash, I like my car already, well apart from when I got in and obviously a giant had been in before me as I couldn't even reach the pedals.


I drove up from the German colony following all the right roads, and trying desperately to avoid all the pot holes, this car is so compact I fear it may disappear into a pot hole and never be seen again, the only bad thing about this car is it wont fold up into my handbag, I really need a transformer........


I parked at the house and then ran around tidying and getting the house ready for our guests, then I decided to take a trip to Isfiya, I needed a few bits, on my way out the gate Itzhak stopped me and we chatted and he suggested I try Wadi Nisnas as it was far closer than Isfyia, he promised to stay by the phone in case I got lost, so off I went down the mountain, towards Wadi, it took me two circles of downtown before I found it, mainly because it is tucked away between the buildings, so once I found it I had to find parking, but as the car is small I did find a spot, so I parked and walked towards Wadi, most of the stores were closed as it was quite late on but I managed to find what I needed and was helped by three lovely gents of Arabic decent, messages bought I headed back up the hill, and home.


My Beloved arrived home and set about finishing the living room, this meant hanging pictures and getting the lines straight, and making sure that said pictures were hung symetrically between lights and tables and such like, I prepared the supper for our guests Yevgeny and Dina who were arriving at 8pm, tonight we had Lemon chicken, now this is the first time I have made this dish, and having used my new grater to grate my garlic, I was confronted by a pan full of green garlic, who would know that if you grate garlic really small it goes green, thank goodness My Beloved was there as he told me this is normal, I would have thrown it out had he not been there.... so the sauce was grated garlic, white wine, oregano, Thyme and lemon juice and zest.

Dina and Yevgeny arrived and they bought with them a lovely gift for our new home, this is a Russian tradition so we now have a lovely wine rack, who would know that we would get a gift of a wine rack when we have searched and searched for a rack since arriving. Zheni and Dina are really good company and we had a wonderful evening chatting and laughing about the differences in cultures, like the fact that Zheni has vodka for blood and My Beloved cant drink cold tea, you should never try and keep up with a Russian, he will always drink you under the table and leave your house as if he has never had a drink, My Beloved wobbled off to bed and I sorted the house and made it tidy for the morning. What a lovely evening, and what great company.