I don’t know if I want to tell you about this.  It is, after all, the most romantic place I could imagine in the area to have an anniversary breakfast.  Not many people seem to know about it, and that’s part of its wonder.  it’s called “Hapina Hayeruka”  translated as the green corner.  My friend, Naama, brought me there a while ago, and I fell in love.  So it was appropriate that I would bring my lover there on the day of our 41rst wedding anniversary.  If you insist, I’ll post more pictures, but I’m not as good a photographer as Ezi is.  

It’s mainly a conference center, and there was a conference of social workers going on somewhere in the building.  While Ezi was taking gorgeous pictures I was watching the conference participants sneaking out the back for a smoke – mostly men wearing cippot or speaking Arabic, sometimes both – wearing cippot and speaking Arabic.  One of them stepped out onto the balcony where we were eating and lit up.  The manager ran out and stopped him, warning him that there were diners, and the smoker said – “but SHE’s smoking!  Look at her!  She just hid a cigarette in the flower pot when you were busy accusing me!”  How this guy from some village knew to pick on the one person who would break out into gales of laughter at the accusation I don’t know.  But it just added to the pleasure of my breakfast.