Yesterday we walked for miles in Barcelona. What a fascinating city. About 7 pm, we picked up our backpacks at the hostel and headed to the airport for a leisurely (a.k.a. boring) evening waiting for a midnight flight to Tel Aviv. In some ways, the flight reminded me of the Vancouver to Toronto red-eye: it's only 4-5 hours long, they leave as late as possible and arrive at an unpleasantly early hour. Anyway, the flight was fine - not too full, so we had a little room to spread out and get a couple hours of sleep.
After picking up our one-day rental car just before 6 am (cheaper than 4 airport shuttle bus tickets to Jerusalem), we decided to take advantage of having some wheels, and headed to the beach. It was a beautiful day (the car said 32 degrees this afternoon), so we had a long walk. Nobody really swam. but we enjoyed spending some time in the sand and waves.
We left the beach about 1 pm and arrived here in Jerusalem (about 60 km inland) shortly after 2. Our 40-something host met us and explained the place. He's originally from Montreal, and lives around the corner, so he could give us lots of good advice. One recommendation was to walk a few blocks to a local food market with veggies, fruit, meat, bread, treats, etc. They even left a little grocery cart for us to haul our stuff home. So that's what we did.
Now, Ursula is pulling together some things for a simple dinner before an early night for everyone. You know you've been eating a lot in restaurants when both kids say they'd rather eat at home than go to a restaurant. By the looks of the prices in restaurants, we may be cooking in a lot this week. But that's a story for another day.