SATURDAY:
On Saturday we woke up not until 11ish and after laying in bed and talking about how great we all slept, we got dressed for kiddish, which was fine. More Americans (basically just everyone in my room) than brits showed up! Then after kiddish we had lunch, which was okay. Some people staying there would do the hamotzi over bread, not matzah and they had to do it outside because the dining room was already koshered. There was this one religious man who would watch to see if anyone would bring in the challah. When someone did, the guy would yank them back and kind of yell at them. After leaving lunch early with rach, we then chilled out in the room and waited for everyone else to come back. After some more resting, we went to the optional class led by Boaz. We read different, interesting things talking about when you are repenting you are supposed to have to same amount of passion you used when you did something you were repenting for.

We then planned on walking to the dead sea, but just hung out, napped and talked with people. After a long time of that, I showered before packing up before the 3rd meal. After that we took our stuff down to where we were meeting before havdallah. We were trying to hitch rides with people, so we did havdallah with them. It was a group of like 30 families that were all from Jerusalem. I ended up getting a ride with Boaz, Moran, and the Rabbi. I was happy because then I didn’t have to deal with meeting a new family and I could be comfortable. I didn’t expect them to ask me questions and talk about Boaz the whole time! Funny, but not comfortable. They dropped me off right before emek refiem and I waited a few minutes for Boaz to come pick me up. He was behind this tour bus and all of these elders were getting off it. I had Leah’s big bag and I kept on bumping into the people! Oy… Boaz’s dad bought a new car, it’s nice. When we got to his place we hung out with his family and watched some of “That 70’s Show” before having a midnight dinner/snack. We all had Sharshukah together. I don’t love eggs, but I obviously know how to deal. After dinner it was almost 1 and he had to wake up early, so we went right to bed…well he did. I went to brush my teeth and when I came back he was already passed out. Not fair.

Oh!!! Mom something crazy I forgot to tell you. I was talking with Boaz’s mom and we were talking about the floods from the dead sea and I asked her if she knew about Kibbutz Yahel and then she told me that in 12th grade she hosted someone from America that volunteered on the Kibbutz! I think it was the same program you, mom, were on. She is a few years older than you, but she is looking for the pictures to show me!!