Thursday, June 30th

8:30 am Shacharit wasn’t the best feeling after a 3:45 am bedtime, but the coffee machine in the hostel made up for it. The fact that it is Thursday does not make sense, it feels like it’s still Tuesday after our journey from JFK to here. We were originally promised rafting, but we are still technically in quarantine, so that fell through and soccer it was. It was blue shirts vs the world, or every other color, and after we were sufficiently hot, our game of drip, drip, drop devolved into a water fight. Clearly, we entitled Americans have little regard for Israels water shortage. We are preparing to go to the market, and hopefully we will, because everyone is already short on some necessity, or is discovering new necessities.

Leona Teten