FRIDAY:

On Friday, I got woken up in the best way-Tomer saying my name. Hahaha. I was wearing my retainers and Katie also woke up from his voice saying my name. We were dying of laughter. After breakfast, the first group headed off to go biking. To get to the bikes we had to do this 20 minute hike that was pretty difficult, especially first thing in the morning. It was rocky and uphill. Some people gave up and didn't even do the entire hike-they walked back down the path. When we finally got to the bikes we got onto the bikes and made sure they were good for us. Only a few didn’t do all of the biking-Rach couldn’t because the hills were too steep and her knees are bad. The biking was not easy. For most of the hills I just walked my bike up it. Some people fell more than once by hitting a rock wrong, etc. It took us about 2 hours or so. We would break every now and then. At one point we stopped and walked to see the view. It was so pretty-but I didn’t have my camera with me. Yotam told us that where we were was where the kibbutz used to be, but then they moved for safety reasons.

Towards the end there was the finale giant hill. A group of us didn’t even bother and just walked up it. Even walking up it, it was hard! Once we got up the hill we biked the last 2 seconds. It was really rewarding to do it. I was so happy that I was the first group because the 2^nd group go there and we all looked so dead and tired. Also, they got the bikes and the helmets we just used-and they were pretty sweaty. While walking down, Rach and I told stories of us hiking down things and always falling. I told her about me almost dying on the Grand Tetons and when I got lost on my 15 day canoe trip. I still think that that best thing that happened in my life was when we were running yelling Tamakwa and then all of the sudden we hear a guy yell really loud “GIRLS!” I never thought I was going to hear someone else speak besides Rachel (Schnieder) ever again!

Anyway, when we get back to the school, we eat some fruit and cool off for a little. Then we find out where we can go shower. A group of us went and we just went into different rooms of people who let us use their shower. The Kibbutz has the option of letting high schoolers (not sure what age) live in their own little apartment/dorms. Yotam loved it because he was 10 minutes walking from his house, so he would go home for meals and for the internet and that’s it! Ohad took us to a room that wasn’t the room we were said to go in. The door was unlocked and no one was in there, so Ohad told Rach, Tamar, and I just to shower in here. Tamar showered first and since my “clean” clothes weren’t really that clean and didn’t smell so good, I took some perfume from one of the girls and sprayed it on my clothing. J While Rach was showering one of the 2 girls living in there (their room is really cute and has such a clean, fresh feeling) came in and I scared her. She came in with some people to drop things off/take things. It was funny because I was just sitting on her couch! The shower was soooo nice. It had a lot of pressure and could get so hot! I didn’t bring shampoo or soap, but Rach did, so I used some of Rachel’s and some of the girls’…I couldn’t resist the blue bottles of herbel essance (and face soap!) After the great shower and using a bit of one of the girls’ hair gel, Rach and I went back to the school. The 2^nd group got back so then afre chilling with them for a little- Katie and I shot around a basketball. Everyone was watching because they were waiting in line for food. Luckily, my shots went in. Yeeaaahh!! I love it when that happens. After shooting for little, we had lunch which was so unhealthy. It was bread/pita soaked and fried in oil and then we got it with diced tomatoes. Is that a joke?!

After lunch and hanging out some more, I napped until Kabalah Shabbat. Not everyone went to this. It was pretty nice-before services we sang songs with a guy playing his guitar. Also, the guy leading the services would go so quickly that my eyes couldn’t keep up with what he was reading! Then we had Kiddush with rugula. I really wasn’t hungry, but forced myself to have 3-I knew I would regret it if I didn’t. After hanging out with the scouts for a little, we walked past Tomer and others barbequing hamburgers for dinner. We talked with them for a bit and Katie was goofing off and made everyone watch her and she walked into the smoke and was like “I’m smokin’!!” hahahahaha. We realized that when she is around the boy scouts she always does the same routine: Stupid joke, compliment them, do them a favor. Now that we realize this it is even more funny to watch her interact with them. When dinner was finally ready and I finally got my food, when I went to go sit down next to Katie on the floor, the food slipped from my plate and some of it fell onto the ground. I was so upset and Katie and dying of laughter and cleaned it up for me. We then had Tomer and I think May come sit with us and tell us about themselves. It was nice bonding with them and getting to know their family, etc.

When dinner was over, after helping clean up, Guy and Tomer were supposed to do an activity with everyone, but people got really drunk, so they couldn’t do it. I was so annoyed. Why did all these people come if they were just going to drink for the entire weekend? They should have just stayed in Bat Yam! UGH. A group of us played cards and for ERS I got really aggressive and was screaming and slapping. Just for the record- so was everyone else! Then there was a dance party outside?! Kids on the Kibbutz were DJing and it was so fun. We were just dancing crazily and it was old American rap songs that everyone knew and could sing to. Towards the end, everyone was sitting, except for the people who were sober (Rach, Monica, Michal, Julia, me, Katie). After watching people play ping pong, I was peeing the boys bathroom (girls was on the 2nd floor and no one did girls are only allowed in girls and guys only allowed in guys (boys would go shit in the girls bathroom, because those toilets had toilet seats) and then I hear someone cough and start puking into a trash can. Oy. It ended up being Charlie whose stomach had been killing him all day. He was puking so much that he couldn't breathe and it was so sad and gross to hear him puke because he was gasping for air. He slept where the drunk guy slept the night before, right under me.