Tiv Taam

Today I left the apartment on a mystery tour, I couldn't decided where to go so I walked up to the Carmel centre, the bus wasn't doing it for me so I decided to take the Carmelit downtown, once I arrived I walked through the streets, checking out the stores as I went, then I arrived at the train station, google decided to have a meltdown, how could he do this to me, when 1, I don't have Hebrew, 2, I have no idea where I want to go.


Eventually I figured out where I wanted the train to take me, I showed my phone to the lady at the desk and two tickets were purchased, one in, one out.  The train arrived and on I jumped, there was even a free seat for my two stop journey. Having left the house on a whim I had forgotten to apply the sun cream, and the sun was scorchio, I had to hope I had built a little immunity since arriving in January. I walked from the station, google had made an appearance again, and the map with my blue dot was guiding me in the right direction. Through the trading estate I went, and eventually came across some interesting looking shops, after looking at all the lovely coloured clothes in the stores I walked to Tiv Taam, the Russian supermarket, what I lovely store, full of all things Russian but a touch on the expensive side, across the car park was home centre, I purchased a few implements for the BBQ which I have to say is still in the wrapping it was delivered in.  Note to self we really must use that BBQ and soon.


After home centre I walked across the road and found another supermarket, and Sauvignon Blanc, two bottles for 40 shekels, of course I only purchased two for weight distribution reasons.  It was then time to head home, my bags were heavy and having waited for a bus that didn't arrive led to me being stuck in direct sunlight, I kept turning 15 degrees every few minutes so as to evenly distribute any sun burn I might attract, I crossed the very busy road, and waited for another bus, I really shouldn't have purchased a return for the train as I ended up taking the bus to Lev Hamifratz, jumping off that one and onto the 23, which took me through the tunnel and up to Carmel, I quite enjoy the fact I never quite know where these buses are going, the only thing I do know is the ones I like run through the Carmel centre, you just never know where they are going to go beforehand.


My Beloved called just as I was entering Wedgewood, so I retraced my steps and bought a take away from Giraffe for our supper, my feet were killing by this time as sensible shoes had not been a priority when I left the apartment, the vanity of trying to make my rugby players short legs look long and lean had taken its toll, I plodded to the apartment and home to My Beloved, tired, dehydrated and keeping my fingers crossed not burnt.