Post Shabbat High

A hot shower and a lamb burger later, and I feel much, much better. My feeble attempt at schnorring a Shabbat meal failed, and I spend 24 hours with a loaf of challah and three oranges and myself. Not good company.

Prayed at the wall, climbed up the creepy ladder and there was a surprisingly good view. No pictures, though: Shabbat.

After a long, long day alone, found out that the hot water was on again. Bonus for me: with my glasses off, I can't see the floor, so I can shower without plastic sandals, which I haven't been able to find for love or money. Apparently the only thing you need in the old city are a menorah, 50 pieces of armenian painted ceramics, and some red powdered spice of some kind, and maybe gold or silver with your name engraved on it. That's all the stores sell, over and over, and over. And over. Nothing useful like plastic sandals.

Anyway, the Burger Bar opened after Shabbos and provided my first hot meal in over a day, and mmm boy, never has a chopped lambburger tasted so good.

Turns out that the "historical building" claim made in the Craigslist ad for this dorm comes from the fact that in 1837 this was the first Jewish hospital in Jerusalem. It later became a hospital specializing in terminal cases. This probably explains the spreading pool of blood that appears by my bed each night. :(