September 15, 2000

A visit to the local nursery in Jenin.

Ah, blessed sabbath. Our German neighbors took us on a little jaunt around the "Big City" of Jenin. Being Friday in a Muslim culture, of course, most everything was closed. We did stop at the local plant nursery to do a little shopping - and, of course, to drink a little coffee (it is the rare store you enter that they don't invite you to sit, drink coffee, and talk about Chicago). We picked up a couple of cedar seedlings and some herbs, promising to give Elizabeth's green thumb a work out.

Visiting is always an intergenerational experience.

In the evening we relaxed with one of the English teachers in the school and her husband - both native Zababdians - and talked all things political, religious, pedagogical, and culinary. Their little blonde niece stopped by to play with Elizabeth's hair.