Its Raining Men

wow... let me tell you... I have had some unique experiences in these last few days. Now I don't claim to be that drop dead gorgeous American but when you are traveling with a group where the avg. age is 50ish one becomes more appealing.

We have had a hard last two days... Yesterday we visited a refugee camp .. I met my friend and soon trouble Mohammad. He was my age and a student at the university... moving to china this summer.... :( Becca can relate....hehehe Anyway.. I was totally not interested but we began to small talk.. we had a lot in common. However... this became annoying when he was right over my shoulder all the time we were there.... So to me this was really no big deal.. on this pilgrimage we are encouraged to get to know the locals and have challenging conversations... we were discussing the ever so ridiculous wall that divides this country and its people. I also learned many things about his situation and life... deep stuff... but as we would walk through the camp other boys his age (our age) would laugh and point and say things to him at Hebrew..... There was no doubt in my mind that these laughs and comments were about me... you know the ol ooooOOOooo's and what not.... Fortunately for me I have adopted parents on this trip.... Fritz and Liz... Two amazing individuals who call me their own. ANYWAY... we were in the camp art gallery when I just began to feel really awkward/uncomfortable... other individuals in the group were noticing but were also laughing because lets be honest it was amusing. The moral of the story is i clinged to my daddy and he stared the boy down... it meant nothing to the boy because he obviously didn't get the msg when he asked me for my e mail address but I spent the rest of this adventure arm in arm with my dear Fritz.

To give you a little side note about Fritz: I asked him to take pictures of me two days ago swimming in the Dead Sea. He tool about five pictures of his face because he held my camera backwards... a real winner if you ask me!