Day 3 – Hello Karmiel

Number of Cockroach Sightings: 1 (killed with sandal)

It’s glorious here.  Perfect weather, beautiful views of mountains and the flat kindly donated to us by a family on holiday is in a very convenient location.  For some unexplained reason there is no hot water but we will cope.

We go along to Clalit to register and meanwhile Jojo befriends a little arab boy who is playing with the pushalong car.  We watch to see what he will do, but he just stands and smiles at the boy, awaiting his turn.  The 2 women with him adore Jojo, and they coo over him, photographing him zillions of times.  Eventually they boot their kid out to let him in.  A lovely moment for political relations.  Soon the two boys are playing happily together sharing the car, until Jojo tries to stroke the other boys face saying “aaaahhhh” (which he normally only does to little babies and grandmothers) whereupon the other boy shoves his hand away, clearly thinking he is a pansy.  Ah well.

A trip to Supersol cemented our Israeliness, as yes, my child was the one screaming for more bamba at the checkout.  Luckily, in a flash of brilliance, I had started him on the Own Brand (hopefully, he will never know the difference and frankly it tastes the same).  It also has the added advantage of being a bigger pack, so mummy gets to have some.  So so tired from our journey, I decide we must rest or I will end up giving birth on someone else’s sofa.

In the evening our new friends take us along to the dance festival.  Jojo runs around flirting with everyone in sight, and we see some amateur dancing (varying degrees of skill but that’s what you get for a freebie event).  I am thrilled that a small town like this can host such a cool and cultured event.  People come from all over the country for it.  I see the little tents and think of Glastonbury.  Would it be the same without the mud?