Haifa puts it all together.  Girls with Hajbs eat Kyortosh and our kids are gobbling down chiros, next to a giant menorah next to a Christmas tree – and all in view of the Bahai temple.  I am too tired to show the blurry pictures I took of the tamarind man, the Santas, and the dancing.  But I’m worn out.  Tomorrow we’re doing more of the Carmelite and all the wonders of Haifa.  But I want to go home quickly and pick up the other grandchildren I left at home.  They have to see this,