Day 74 - "Ezra's plunging our toilet!"

This morning I headed to the presentations far more relaxed now that my own was done. I went to grab some coffee and found myself joining Tess and Ester. Only Eszter ordered coffee, but there was some confusion and they prepared two, charging her for one only. My free coffee in hand, we left together.

The presentations today began with Tamara, and ended with Daniela. Almost everyone went slightly over, so we finished rather late. Everyone gathered outside the auditorium for an official group picture, which made me happy and sad at the same time. Here we were, bantering with each other after really getting to know one another, together, in a comfort zone that would soon dissolve as each of us headed home to our various corners of the earth. We would never, ever all find ourselves in the same place like this again.

The photographer snapped a few shots, then we all got up. After a bit of chatting and making plans for the evening, everyone went their separate ways. Jonathan, Daniela and I lingered a few moments longer, but at that point Noa and Sari, accompanied by her parents and children, came up the path. They had apparently been looking for me all day, and when I returned to the lab it became apparent why: they had planned a surprise get-together for me to say good bye to the entire group, but, being as I was at presentations all morning, I had failed to show up. I felt incredibly guilty about this, but the food and drinks were still there, as was most of the group, so we sat and chatted and made up for the lack of party in the morning. Erica, who was apparently the driving force for the celebration, had already left for the day, but I would thank her tomorrow for everything.

At around 3:15, I headed with Noa and her friend to Café Madaa for a late afternoon snack. Tali, Noa’s roommate, arrived just as we got down to an interesting conversation topic: creationism, and intelligent design, which evolved into religion and prayer in schools. This carried us far into the meal and on into my next date, which also happened to be at Café Madaa: cake with Rachel, Lisa, and Daniela. Daniela didn’t show up, which was puzzling, but I couldn’t call her because I had left my phone in the lab, and consequently didn’t know if she was calling me. We ate our cake and Rachel told a very entertaining story about the one time they let a boy in their apartment (her roommates and she are relatively religious): to unclog the toilet so they wouldn’t be late to the ballet. It was an amusing tale, the upshot of which in my mind is the following: late to the ballet + poo in the toilet = legitimate emergency according to Judaism.

When we left the café, we found Daniela had been waiting for us somewhere else. This made me incredibly sad; not only had she been waiting and not met us, but she had missed delicious cake! Only our plans for a Tim Tam party later managed to make me feel even marginally better about this. We set off towards Perlman, where I left the other three to go grab my stuff and say some preliminary goodbyes. I also opened a card signed by everyone in the lab, which was incredibly sweet, and discovered they had gotten me a gift as well: a Weizmann tee shirt and mug. I was delighted as I finally managed to break free and head towards the Garden of Science, where our KKISS goodbye tour and dinner were about to begin.

I caught up with Rachel, Daniela and Lisa taking pictures near Jubilee Square, and was just in time to be a part of an awesome one (which I can’t share because it’s not on my camera, but I am sure Rachel and/or Lisa will put it on facebook). Soon we were at the Garden of Science, which turns out to be a big park with science-like installations that are fun not only for small children but dorky college kids. We split into two groups to take simultaneous tours, and got to play with gravity, sound, water, light, and wind, among other things. I can’t explain much better than that, so hopefully the pictures below will suffice.

After the tour we had a chance to play with the exhibits on our own, then all headed up to the cafeteria where a dinner buffet was laid out for us. After eating the meal and about five different types of desserts Greta kept bringing us, she thanked us all for coming this summer and presented each of us with a backpack with the Weizmann logo and the name of the summer program printed on it. We had a ball taking a “backpack picture,” and practically had to force ourselves to leave after entering the garden more than three hours previously.

Back at Clore, everyone temporarily went their separate ways. I recruited Jonathan, Clay and Zvonimir to help me buy tasty beverages for the evening of fun ahead, and we all kicked in and got a crate containing a mixture of different beers. As we returned and set it on the table outside the music room, we found everyone breaking out either their personal stashes or new purchases for the occasion, and accrued quite a selection within minutes.  Asaf helped us set everything up.  Once we decided it was time for the party to start, we all grabbed drinks and sat down in the lobby to chat.

Since the party wasn’t yet hopping, Rachel and I decided it was prime Tim Tam time. I called Lisa, Daniela and Tamara down to the kitchen to join us. Rachel was heating the chocolate milk in the microwave as I grabbed the cookies from their safe, bug-free spot in the refrigerator. I also grabbed a few tee-shirts for us all to put on so as not to soil ourselves. Dan, Asaf, and Oren all passed through as this was going on, wondering what we were up to, and I demonstrated first, to explain.

I took a Tim Tam and bit off opposite corners. The cookie is chocolate-coated, and filled with a porous, crunchy substance. I dipped one end in the hot chocolate and used the cookie as a straw, and as soon as it filled, shoved the entire thing in my mouth to discover hot, melted chocolaty goodness. My preliminary, mildly successful trial was duplicated and improved upon by all of us girls, and even Oren tried, but only repeated it to see if he could actually see what was happening in side the cookie. By the time the box was gone, we were giggly and filled with chocolate, and I had burned my lip, but it was an amazing experience.

At around this time Nitzan showed up. He didn’t seem to surprised at our experiment, asking how else one was supposed to eat Tim Tams. As the gathering broke up, Nitzan and I went to my room to grab my computer, and then had a great chat where I showed him Penn Band pictures and he called me a dork, and then I showed him climbing pictures, making him insanely jealous, as payback. At some point he decided he was hungry, so I accompanied him to a nearby pizza place for a bit. Our conversation carried us through the meal and back to Clore, where he left me at the door and went home. I re-entered and joined the party in earnest, which wasn’t hard because it had really gotten going by this time. Large groups of people sat and stood all over the lobby and spilled out onto the lawn outside. I was very pleased, but a bit sad because I had to start saying some goodbyes.

After this painful procedure, during which I negated the farewells by setting a date for San Martin at 12:30 tomorrow and making people promise to be there, I headed out to Hertzl Bar where a few people were waiting. First I stopped back at the store to return the crate, then I crossed the street to sit at an outside table and chat with Iris, Clay, Tanmay and Alex. I was far away from everyone because of the table, though, so soon headed upstairs and found Dan H., Ari, Jordan and Zvonimir having a great time. I ordered a milkshake and sunk into the conversation, which wasn’t very linear but covered many topics. Dan’s favorite waitress brought us free shots at one point, with which we all made random toasts, and at another, Jonathan joined the group and we really got going. It was a nice way to spend the last night out.

At the Garden of Science:

Standing on a large spring...

Bubbles in oil

An instrument used by Tibetan monks

Jonathan at the other end of a big "phone"

Bubbles; or, proof of thermodynamics

The breeze makes each pipe sound different

Alissa showing that distance from the center affects rotation speed

Things to note in this picture: Oren, to the left, 

with a gyroscope, and Eszter's facial expression

Ari simulating a moonwalk

Rachel flying!

Lisa doing the same

Zvonimir!

Tamara says hi

Greta got us backpacks!

...so we modeled them

Zvonimir and our party selection

The super-secret Tim Tam eating time:

Tamara and Rachel

Lisa and Daniela...

Oren giving it a go

Simultaneous Tim Tam eating

The Tim Tam Gang...

...plus Oren

Presentations, Day 2

Tamara: "Structural Basis for Resistance to Ribosomal Antibiotics"

Claudia: "MoS2 Nanoparticles by Concentrated Irradiation"

Eszter: "The Role of L1-CAM in Colorectal Cancer Metastasis"

Dan: "Connecting Molecular Devices to the Outside World: Permanent Top Contacts in Metal-Molecules-Semiconductor Structures"

Tess: "Signal Design of Biological Sonar: Frequency Modulated Calls vs. Ultra-Wideband Clicks"

Ari: "Automorphic Forms and Tate's Thesis"

Alissa: "Gene Regulation of Orthopedia: a Homeodomain-Containing Protein Necessary for Neuronal Specification and Differentiation in the Hypothalamus"

Stephen: "Self-Assembly of Perylene Diimides: A Novel Tool in Solar Energy Conversion"

Jordan: "Finding Explicit Integrable Systems of Differential Equations"

Tanmay: "Three-Dimensional Structure of the Helical T-Complex in A. tumefaciens" 

Zvonimir: "Alteration in the Retrograde Transport Protein Composition Upon Nerve Injury"

Andrew: "Assays of Light-Dependent Hydrogen Evolution in Aqueous Cultures of Micro-Algae, Wild Type and Mutant Strains of Cyanobacteria"

Daniela: "Immunomodulation of Experimental Autoimmune Encephalitis by Copaxone"

Ari's last slide

Jonathan in a tree afterwards.

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.

Day 63 - Day of rest?

As usual, my once-weekly chance to sleep late again fell on Saturday. I had no plans and didn't intend to make any, so there was no reason to get up. After breakfast, some brief blogging, and checking my e-mail, I showered and got dressed, and headed out of Clore. My destination: work, excitingly. Since I'll be missing a day during my final week and it's getting to be crunch time, I wanted to take the chance to get as much done as possible.

I was expecting to find Noa in, but instead found Patro, again. He was working on Matlab homework exercizes as he made some samples, and I just sat and processed images. For five hours. I didn't get up, or eat, or anything except listen to Kenna and measure distances in ImageJ. How I did this I don't know, but, magically, I am again, and hopefully permanently, DONE with all the images I have and plan to use! It's truly wonderful.

Once I arrived at this landmark point, I tore myself away from the screen and left Perlman. I was hungry, and learned that a group was heading out for dinner soon, so I stashed my stuff and chilled for a bit until everyone was back from the gym and showered. David, a Weizmann student, was having a large picnic outside to celebrate having been in Israel for a whole year, so I mingled with Ivonne, Maria Magdalena, Claudia, and Yovav outside and tasted a few of the many cakes which kept appearing among the other food. The picnic was really chill; music was playing as people sprawled on blankets on the lawn in front of Clore or tossed a frisbee (and later an American football, which puzzled me as no Americans were present) around. Claudia took an amazing picture of Maria Magdalena and I both making characteristic "Becca" faces, an image which I hope makes it to facebook.

Soon, though, Maciej, Onur and I joined Tanmay, Clay and Zvonimir at Hertzl Bar. I had a huge craving for meat, so got the hamburger, which is an ambitious undertaking. Onur and Maciej did the same, while the others had puny little sandwiches at the next table. They planned on seeing the Batman movie (again, for Tanmay and Zvonimir, but for the first time for Clay), and so went back to Clore to get ready and such. The three of us lingered a bit over coffee. Maciej and Onur suggested something I'd been contemplating for a while: asking the waitress whether the place had any of the coffee cups and saucers with an image of Hertzl for sale. Unfortunately, we learned they didn't have enough to sell any. Sadness.

After finishing our beverages we headed back to the dorm. I decided not to tag along to see The Dark Knight again, mostly because it was hot out and I didn't feel like walking. Maciej and I hung around at the picnic, which was still in full swing. I got a chance to catch up with Dan about his trip to Portugal with his family, and we had a discussion as to what defines cute (in his words, a large head-to-body size ratio: i.e. an iPod plugged into a TV = cute). During this discussion we also discovered that there was a cooler of liquid nitrogen at this picnic (how dorky and scientist-like). It had to be gotten rid of, so we made frozen treats out of the remainder of the picnic desserts. The frozen chocolate truffle was particularly delicious.

Eventually it got too hot to stay outside, and I kind of needed my computer adapter, which I had lent to Jordan but couldn't get back because neither Jordan nor Joel were around or in their room. When I mentioned this to Dan, though, he reminded me that his room adjoins theirs, so he helped me break in through the bathroom and get it back. I noticed some juggling pins on his floor, and of course made him show me his mad skills. He did the whole under-leg tossing thing, and other fancy stuff, and it turns out he attended a juggling conference here earlier this summer. Very cool. I had him give me some tips for starting out, but pins have always eluded me so after a few minutes and marginal improvement I called it quits.

Newly armed with my adapter, I went back to my room to grab my computer, and hung out in the lobby for a bit, chatting and blogging. Eventually I decided it was bed time, but who else was entering Clore as I went downstairs but Stephen and Ari! I made them come talk to me in my room where the air conditioning was actually effective, and Oren, Joel and Jordan came in and out periodically as Stephen and Ari told me about their weekends in Jerusalem, which had contained a few overlapping events (like Shabbat lunch). We all got tired at around the same time, though, so I kicked them all out and went to bed.

As promised, here are pictures of the Bahai Gardens. Enjoy!

Day 62 - ...in which we took almost every form of transportation known to man

I woke up very early this morning for a shower, and a knock on my door at around 7:30 revealed that Jordan was the sole person who had expressed interest in our day trip who hadn't backed out (I'm looking at you, Maciej). I told him we'd meet in the lobby in ten minutes, then grabbed some breakfast-type snacks, packed my bag, and headed up.

I was soon joined by Lisa, who also had some food (fruit and yogurt) and Jordan. We started off for the train station, where I got some chocolate milk as we waited for the train to arrive. All of us were very tired, but Lisa was very giggly as a consequence of her exhaustion, which was entertaining to Jordan and me. When we got on the train, Jordan opened up Ulysses, and got a good amount of reading done before eventually falling asleep. I didn't have any delusions; I closed my eyes immediately.

We had to switch trains at Binyamina, so it was necessary to wake up from our naps and cross the platform. The rest of the ride was less easy to sleep through, as it took us alongside the sea until we reached Haifa. We got out at a train station which looked like it belonged in the 70s, and oriented ourselves as we walked. Luckily it was relatively easy to find the sea, which was our first goal. We walked along the Promenade (or Pomenade, as the website Lisa had been consulting last night called it), getting a gorgeous view of the water and mountain, to the foot of the cable car, near which our first stop was supposedly located.

We wandered into a restaurant to ask about the Museum of Clandestine Immigration, but they couldn't help us. It turned out to be right across the highway, with the Maritime Museum, but also happened to be closed (despite what my book says). We therefore crossed back over the highway and found our way into the building which housed the bottom of the cable car. Although it was of course overpriced, we bought one-way tickets and got into our own round car.

The view was incredible, and grates in the car wall gave us an almost cool breeze as we ascended. A few lookout points at the top made the journey even more worth it. The entire city lay sprawled out beneath us, looking, as Jordan put it, as it you could just reach out and move the pieces. The red train wove its way along the coast and towards downtown, where tall buildings partially obscured the port area. Trees coated the mountainside, touching the edge of the developed area, and faded into a haze in the distance.

We got our fill of the view, then crossed the street and covered ourselves before entering the Stella Maris monastery. It was a beautiful building, but we were only permitted in the chapel area, so didn't spend too much time there. After we exited, we caught a cab to take us to the Tikotin Museum, which bills itself as Israel's only museum of Japanese art (as if there would be more than one...?). The exhibits included a gorgeous collection of colorful, painted kites, as well as a room full of drawings, sculptures, and other objects depicting interesting mythical animals (like the shishi, or lion-dog, and the baku, with the head of an elephant and assorted other body parts). The final rooms displayed photographs taken by a Jewish photographer during a trip to Kapan and printed from negatives discovered after his death.

We headed upstairs in hopes of finding more exhibits, but instead found a table full of apple juice and cookies. Being hungry and thirsty and having no shame, we lingered a bit and stealthily helped ourselves. We also sat to consult the tour book for the remainder of our stops and to try to coordinate meeting up with Dan, and called him as we sipped our juice. Having oriented ourselves, we grabbed a last few cookies before heading out.

Outside the museum, we walked a few blocks to our next stop: the Mane-Katz museum. While my book had said the Tikotin had a fee and the Mane-Katz museum would be free, the truth in fact turned out to be the opposite. We paid the small fee and entered what I think is the most interestingly arranged museum I've ever seen. Instead of spreading out the works, having them all at an adult's eye level, and forcing you along a path, this place was more like a collage of his paintings, Judaica collection, and photographs and news clippings detailing events in his life. Two timelines ran along the walls, one at the top (his biography) and another at the bottom (historical events during his lifetime). The place clearly used to be a house, and therefore had interconnected rooms. We wandered about with no semblance of a method to our madness, until we were satisfied and headed out.

The next part of ourday was the sketchiest in terms of planning. We wanted to make our way straight down the mountain to meet Dan in the Arab area known as Wadi Nisnas, but of course the steepness of the terrain meant no roads went straight down. Luckily, instead of following the sidewinding sidewalks available, we stumbled upon a set of stairs with signs that indicated they led straight to the area we wanted to go, and followed them. Aside from a few blocks where they ceased to exist, they took us all the way to the City Hall (in other words, most of the way down). At this point we tried to find a good intersection to meet Dan, and headed there ourselves.

When we found it, Jordan went to scope out lunch possibilities while I conversed with Dan in an effort to lead him to where we were. Soon he found us, and we sat down at the most crowded hummus place I have ever seen. This turned out to be the positive endorsement we had hoped. They brought us rice and falafel and pita, and we ordered one hummus with mushrooms and another with meat. Everything was delicious, and we all drank lots of water. Before leaving, we asked for directions to the Carmelit, Israel's only subway. We were right to think it was nearby; two blocks down the road we found the entrance.

We each paid our 5 shekels for a ticket, inserted it in the machine for validation, and entered the station. A few minutes later, the car arrived. Now, this subway basically goes up and down a mountain, so the tracks are constantly sloped. Therefore the car is built to accomodate this slope. The catch is, though, that the angle of the tracks changes slightly from station to station, so for the first part of our ride, the car's tilt was more than that of the tracks, so we felt very...lopsided. This evened out by the last station or two, but then the steps next to the tracks were not sloped enough when we got out of the car, so the entire journey was, in sum, rather off-putting (but also hilarious and enjoyable).

At the top, we were about 4 blocks from the entrance to the Bahai Gardens. We found a restroom and freshened up, and Lisa and I put on long sleeves (because the gardens are a holy place) before approaching the entrance. We claimed our reservation and went inside, and sat with a couple dozen people to wait for the tour guide. He arrived and began speaking - in Hebrew. I had been warned, but Lisa hadn't. She was able to understand a lot of what he said, though, which made her happy and kept me informed. We learned a bit about the Bahai faith as we descended the mountain, surrounded by perfectly manicured grass, babbling fountains, and beds of flowers separated by sweeping stone stairways. The Shrine of the Bab loomed at the bottom, with its bronze-colored dome, and beyond it, modern Haifa stretched to the port, backed by the turquoise sea. It was an amazing sight.

The tour took about an hour, so as soon as it was over we hailed a cab to the bus station and boarded the second-to-last bus to Tel Aviv. Jordan fell asleep, but Dan, Lisa and I talked about all sorts of topics during the ride. An hour and a half later we found ourselves at the central bus station in Tel Aviv, and headed outside where we found and boarded a sherut which left promptly. Lisa accidentally paid part of her fare to someone sitting in front of her who happened to be begging, instead of to the driver, but she got some chocolate out of it so it was ok.

We were dropped off near Clore house, and I took a shower before sinking into bed for a delicious nap. I awoke an hour or so later and joined Maciej, Zvonimir and Tanmay at Hertzl Bar for coffee. The conversation topic was police forces (present were representatives from India, Poland, and Croatia to provide evidence and opinions), and everyone was swapping stories about traffic stops and other encounters with crooked cops. I had little to contribute but listened with amusement. Eventually we headed back, and I blogged and caught up on things before heading to bed.

Since I took so many pictures today and don't want to overwhelm you all like last Friday (and, since I live in the future, I know tomorrow won't yield many exciting photographic opportunitites), I will post everything but Bahai Gardens pictures today, and the rest tomorrow.

The retro train station

Interesting translation...

Along the P(r)omenade

Old and new

I had to be stealthy to get this one

Too bad it was closed!

Going back up and over the highway

Lisa and Jordan in our cable car View from en route
A marigold at the top
A garden outside the monastery
A kite in the Tikotin museum
Kabbalah and shopping, in one stop
Jordan in the Mane-Katz museum
An amazing garden, visible from the stairs down the mountain
Jordan, unhappy with the architecture of the building in the background
The subway station at the bottom!
A photo of the subway being built
The subway car

Lisa and Dan (and Jordan's reflection)...note the car not being level despite being built to compensate ?
The station at the top
Exiting the subway
View of downtown and the port from the top
Near the Bahai gardens