Ocre is one of the friendly Arab cities in Israel. There you can get some really great hummus and falafel. That was one of Sweetman’s first stops once we got into the city. Below is a pic of how your toppings are displayed for your falafel. This is the common set up in any restaurant offering this tasty sandwich.
Okay. You guys are going to freak after I let you in on a secret about Shelly. While I hate shopping, I love flea markets and what’s better than visiting your local Arab one. Pick a burkah. Any burkah. I think I’d like the blue one. How about you?
You can buy fresh fish at the market, too.
Or fresh shark.
This dude has everything for your gourmet kitchen.
How about some spices?
How about a great cup of coffee? You know, the Arabs have the best coffee beans.
Bagels for sale. Bread anyone? I ate soooo much bread while I was there…in Israel I mean. It’s way better than Bunny or Wonder bread. Did I mention I think I gained about ten pounds in two weeks from eating the stuff. Five pounds to each buttock. I do believe I could be considered the bread basket of the world now.
Can’t forget the Baklava. I love this stuff. Another couple pounds to add to my thighs. Positive solutions toward world hunger, you know.
Local fruits and veggies were a reminder to stay in control of my inner bread beast.
After all that food, I think I need to relax with my own Hooka. Smoking one should curb my bread beast. Anyone interested in purchasing one? Below are like a million of them.
Maybe we can join these two with our pet Hooka. Wonder what they’re really smoking?
Now that we’ve smoked our Hooka, how about we walk down toward the docks and get some fresh juice?
Maybe a boat ride.
How about a swim?
Let’s swim to Haifa. It’s only across the way a little. See, over there in the haze.
Aww man. Sweetman’s a real party-pooper. “You know, you can get arrested for skinny dipping especially in this place.”
“But it’s hot,” I said.
“Do you know what they’d to you?”
I scratch my chin. “What if I left on my bra and panties.” Well, they were the fancy black ones he bought me to wear on the streets of New York City. What’s the difference? Right?
Sweetman made sure we snuck down an alley( a common-looking backstreet in this city). I think I embarrassed him again. He looks a little cranky. Don’t you think?
Tomorrow we’ll get back on the road to Galilee.
Have a great day blogging, reading, and writing!
Shelly
