I'm really not dwelling on this, but I can't believe a punk child harassing me on an isolated street of Jerusalem with 40 other tourists, on a 30 yard stretch, managed to get my wallet out of my zipped bag hanging at my waist. #$*! little pickpocket. He managed to do it in less than 30 seconds. He also managed to get around the other two bags I was carrying. And I now want to kick every child trying hock anything at me. Preferably where it would hurt most. But I'm not thinking about it. Maybe he hasn't had anything to eat in the last week? Maybe he'll give my cute little brooch to his mother and she'll think it's the most beautiful thing in the world. Maybe.
On the up and very providential side, my main card was not in the wallet and probably the biggest inconvenience is the loss of my drivers license. And Indy and I have gotten to see some amazing sites. In the past few days, I've seen a 100,000 year old skeleton, Schindler's grave, Bethlehem, Gethsemane, the Garden Tomb, and eaten at a dang good gelato shop in West Jerusalem. And, we've had access to washing machines, dryers, and good water pressure. No more whining for me.
Easier Done Than Said: Attempts at blogging by a girl who doesn't like writing.
