So we make it out of the parking lot on the streets of Naharyya and we're all SCREAMING. The first rule of driving in Israel is THERE ARE NO RULES. The paint markers are just for decoration. Lanes mean NOTHING. Right of way (and this goes for life in general not just driving) is whoever pushes the hardest. At any rate, we manage to make it to the beach, find a free parking lot and walk down. But there is NO SWIMMING. We're all like, wtf mate? So we walk around and find a place we can swim and pay the 30NIS to get in (roughly $7.50), spread out our towels and lay out on the Mediterranean sand.
Cristen and I go to take a dip in the lagoonish thing and see about the most stereotypical Mediterranean man EVER (long blondish hair bleached by the sun, brown, brown, BROWN skin, ripped abs) and dub him Mr. Mediterranean. He starts swimming near Cristen and I and kinda gets around behind us (not creepy like it sounds ... there was some good distance) and all of a sudden we hear this loud snorting sound like someone haucking a giant loogey. It was Mr. Mediterranean. We stripped him of his crown and just start laughing. He snorts again ... and that was when Cristen and I decided that he was no longer pretty to look at and moved on to admiring the view (see Facebook).
We continue to alternate between beach and water when we realize that we're all kinda ready to move on, the sun is REALLY hot and we all kinda have the munchies (I actually hadn't eaten anything all day and wasn't that hungry ... odd, that) so we went up to the bar and had a beer or two, ate pretzles, and Cristen ordered lunch (that was an odd combination between middle eastern and American/Western food and kinda failed at both). And decided to hit the road so we could shower, change, and hit the road to Akko to watch the sunset.
We pick up Kait on the way (she's coming with us tomorrow, too, YAY!) and head to Akko. We get there and realize that NOTHING is open and it's kinda weird to walk around when you're the ONLY ones there) so we went to dinner. The only thing open was this odd South American food (kinda) place. It's hard to make South American food Kosher (no mixing milk and meat ... so no cheese if you have meat) so it was more like South Americanish meat and veggies) but it was pretty cheap and I ate like 1/2 of it (again ... not sure where the appetite went today). So then we walked back to the beach and sat on the wall just outside the Old Wall of the Citadel from Crusader times (Akko = Acre) and watched the sun set (see Facebook). We then listened to the call to prayer from the Minaret and then attempted to drive back to the Kibbutz. We got lost in Akko (I was driving in the general direction of Route 4 -- North and West -- but the roads kept being one way in the wrong direction and we kept going through round about after round about -- deja vue, Scotland! -- but we eventually got there and got a nice scenic drive through the Old City to boot!).
We DEFINITELY want to go back to Akko when things are open (and it's not super sketchy to be walking around) so hopefully we can work that it. On another note, I think that I figured out what to do when I'm homeless! I have two option that I really like: 1 is to get a room at the hotel across from school and drop off my bag there and ask them to hold it for one week while I finish the dig. 2 is to ask the school to hold my bag while I go with Allison to Eilat for the intervening days (her flight isn't until the 4th so it works out well). I'll email the school and ask the hotel this week. And then I just need to think about what I really want to do: do I want to relax or go on an adventure? We shall see.
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