It's freezing in Jerusalem. It rained all weekend, and yet I still braved the streets for Thanksgiving dinner at my friend's house. There were three enormous tables set up in their living room, around which sat forty or fifty (mostly non-American) friends. They made everyone say something they were thankful for, but I and the rest of the cynics waited on the balcony until that part was over. It's not that I'm not thankful or anything, it's just that I knew maybe ten of the people there, and I'm not much for public speaking.
So we ate and made merry, and I endured the usual barrage of American jokes (we killed the Indians after Thanksgiving, we have no table manners, no real culture...you know the drill), but mostly it was a really good time. In the end, Luise and I ended up at Dave's in a really silly mood, and sat laughing and talking about nothing until 3:30 in the morning. A nice Thanksgiving, in spite of the homesickness that comes with the territory.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
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so i was reading landoftheanxiousdog and jef made the point that his journal had turned from a journal about living in south korea to one about his life in south korea. i want to know more about what's going on there, you crazy kook!! although i notice that you and i both have done the same.
I heard you were coming home for 10 days! Yay, can't wait! We must do a fancy tea, and play a lot!
me again...
so i was taking a delicious nap this afternoon, and i had a dream that i was talking to you about this dave character...i have no idea who he is, but you have mentioned him a couple of times and have pictures up...so, in the dream, i was asking you if he was anything more than a friend. and then i woke up before you could answer.
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