So I’m sitting in the back of the cart we rented for our visit to the zoo, and the Safari is crowded with families all over.  The animals were all full of beans, courting each other all over, and everyone was having a great time

These kissing chimps are representative of what was going on.  The peacocks opened their glory to uninterested peahens and shuddered all over with desire. 

I kept thinking of Chaucer and his description of April with all the birds awake at night with hormones, and how it brings all the people out to go on pilgrimages.

“Whan that Aprille …”

Because it is Friday, most of the families were Arab, and I may have learned some names of animals from the lessons the mothers were giving to their children.

But then, sitting in the back of the cart we rented to let my bleeding big toe rest, I saw three young men walking as fast as Ezi was driving – smiling and seeming very happy and free.  I took up my camera, asked them silently for permission, and they joyfully agreed.  Not only did they agree, but they wanted copies – and caught up to ask me to send them.  After failing miserably, I passed the camera back to Ezi, who worked long and hard with the biggest narcissist to get them through while i asked the other two in Hebrew “Where are you guys from?”  because i couldn’t remember the Arabic.  They answered together “Nablus.”  “Walla!”  I answered. 

It turned out we have to become friends on Facebook to get the pictures through, and I think my new friend is a barber.  But I don’t know if we should stay friends.  Barbers have a special place in my heart.