Day 65 - Balloons. Candles. Singing. Pita. Which one is not like the others?

This morning at Cafe Madaa was great not only because of the delicious iced coffee or Tanmay's company, but because Ben called and we had a great chat!  After about a half hour he had to go and I had to go to work, but it was a nice way to start the day.

At work I learned and performed some statistics on my data.  It doesn't sound exciting, but may very well lead to the most measurable and significant results I'll have this summer, so it's a big deal.  Just after noon, I went to San Martin to pick up the keys for my parents' and brother's rooms there, dropped them back off in my bag at the lab, and went down to the square in front of Perlman to meet Dan and Jordan.  

We walked in the practically blistering heat to Rapper, the mexican place in the science park, for lunch.  Dan and I ordered the same chicken and pineapple burritos as last time; Jordan got a steak one.  This time I made sure to order us corn chips, which turned out to be a fabulous decision.  I really love tortilla chips, and only upon eating them did I realize that while hummus and pita is wonderful, I really miss just chips and salsa.  Dan put into words the problem with the burritos even better than last time: they're wraps with burrito ingredients and heating.  Fine, but odd.

After the just-as-painfully-hot walk back to campus, I did some more calculations and presentation work before making the decision to go to the lecture for the afternoon.  It turned out to be Professor Lia Addadi, a professor and scientist in structural biology here who also happens to be the dean of the Feinberg Graduate School, the educational arm of the Weizmann Institute.  Instead of talking to us about her research, she introduced us to the graduate school, giving us information about the school's history, the programs, and how to apply.  While this was nice information to have, it was presented slowly, and it might have been easier for us to read in a pamphlet, so we could actually hear about her research (which from her homepage sounds interesting!) 

About as the lecture was ending, I received a cell phone call which turned out to be from my family!  They had just landed at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv, and were on their way to Rehovot!  So I went back to work and did some stuff, but was very excited so didn't really focus very well.  They arrived about an hour later, so I met them at the gate and got in their cab, so I could direct the driver to San Martin with their luggage.  We unloaded it and brought it up to the guesthouse.  I pulled their keys out and we opened their rooms, which turned out to be not bad!  My dad and brother wanted to shower, though, and the water was the customary brown/yellow for a bit.  Just as I finished telling my dad to run it for a bit, my brother called my parents' room with the same comment, which was amusing.  I gave him the same response, of course.

My mom and I headed to Clore so I could change and she could get the tour.  I showed her around a bit and introduced her to the people in the lobby, then showed her my room.  Zvonimir was randomly wandering the halls looking for Ari, so as my mom had specially requested to meet him, I made the introduction happen.  Soon Andrew and Dad made it to Clore, and we walked through the lobby and out to Hertzl Street, towards our dinner destination: the four-flavor falafel.  This is exactly how it sounds, and the consensus was my previous determination: it is delicious!  Everyone had Fanta, too, which is so much better in foreign countries.  We sat for a bit to digest and discuss politics, and Rehovot, before walking down towards the mall to explore a bit, and finally heading back towards Clore.  I gave Andrew and Dad the complete Clore tour, which even Mom hadn't gotten all of.  There was still no one in the lobby for them to meet, though, so we headed back out for ice cream.

As we approached, we still hadn't decided whether to go to Benny's or Tartufo.  But when we ran into Clay on the way back from Benny's, I decided we should go for it.  We all got yummy candy flavors, like Ferrero Rocher, and sat to enjoy it.  When we got back to Clore, Andrew decided to stick around while the rents headed back to San Martin.  We sat to chat, and I called Asaf and Lisa and suggested that they come down and meet Andrew.  Soon the group had grown to include Dan, Jordan, and others.  We sat talking for a bit, but Andrew left after a bit to sleep off the jetlag.

Jonathan surfaced around this time.  The festivities for his birthday were supposed to include Hertzl Bar, so soon a large group headed out.  On the way down the steps and across the street, Jordan managed to help me light the birthday candles I had stuck into a pita, while Jodi distracted Jonathan.  As soon as we reached the other side, by which time the surprise had been blown, we all burst into the birthday song.  Jonathan appeared entertained by the replacement of cake with a pita, but what can I say; you expect me to remember not only to seek out birthday candles (which turns out to be no mean task over here) AND a cake?  

It turned out that 11-shekel night at Herzl was a popular occasion, so we put our name down and grabbed some beverage to chill and wait.  A group went into La Morse, the Irish pub, to pass the time, while some others of us hung out in a nearby square.  At one point, Jonathan was talking with Odelia, a girl we'd met on the train from Tel Aviv back to Rehovot a few weeks back, on the phone.  She mentioned that she'd come out and join us, which seemed odd because she is relatively religious.  But then a cab pulled up to the bar holding a card and balloons out the window.  There was no one in it.  She had sent Jonathan balloons!  How cute is that?

Dan, meanwhile, had been chatting with the waitresses at Hertzl and managed to get us a large table area on the second floor.  We rounded everyone up and headed there.  All seated, the company consisted of Maciej, Ran, Tali, Clay, Tanmay, Dan S., Dan H., Jonathan, me, Joel, Jordan, Zvonimir, Lisa, and Jared (Alissa departed when the group moved from La Morse).  We all ordered 11-shekel beers, mostly Goldstar, and settled in for the evening.  As we got sillier, and the hours, the talk became much more interesting; let's just leave it at that.

By a ridiculous hour, it was just me, Joel, Jonathan, Ran and Tali remaining.  Ran, Tali and I decided to call it a night.  I returned to Clore and tidied my room enough to get into bed.