Canadian Dollars.... What???

So I've touched down in Israel and made it to Kfar Gvirol; a suburb of Rechovot which is a suburb of Tel Aviv. I'm in the middle of nowhere. But clearly they have Internet so it's not all bad.

The plane ride here was long and arduous, no I'm not being dramatic. I went from Toronto to London and almost threw up when we were landing... ah new symptoms I have to deal with when I'm descending. On the flip side feeling so incredibly nauseous and reaching for the "motion sickness bag" while being trapped next to the window with two people I would have to jump over, one being a very old Indian man made me forget the excruciating pain of descending that I generally experience in my ears and my across my face. Ah the small things in life.

When I arrived in London I was trying to determine how I would get to Heathrow from Gatwick airport; which is what the Travel Cuts travel agent told me I would have to do. I spent hours trying to determine the best way to get from Gatwick to Heathrow, I ruined my back from stress and sitting in front of the computer as I tried to figure out a way that I could figure out a way to go from Gatwick, to London Victoria to Heathrow as my boss suggested as I did have a 6 hour layover. But when we were landing (as it seemed to say on my ticket, but who am I to question) the pilot said welcome to heathrow, the signs said welcome to Heathrow... everything was very Heatrowy... I rationalized, that maybe Gatwick is sort of part of Heathrow, perhaps they call it Heathrow Gatwick and there is a main Gatwick, what do I know I'm sick, tired and haggard from flying. I get to the customs agent and I ask him if this is Gatwick. He looks at me like I'm bloody insane. Like shouldn't I sort of know where I've landed. And rightly so. He says that this is Heathrow- I show him my ticket on Lufthansa (my connecting flight) he says "right, so you are in the right airport and even in the right terminal." Silly Canadian.

I arrive in Tel Aviv. I get pulled aside for questioning. Why? Yes ladies and gents, my Pakistani passport. To be honest I knew it would happen and they were... respectful about it... almost nice. But understand it's 3AM here, and I've barely slept for a day. I do not function well without sleep so being questioned THREE times about the same exact thing, having to explain three times that HILLEL is not EL AL was just exhausting. On top of the Dafna was waiting for me and I was freaking a little about my luggage.

Clearly I made it into the country and now I'm with the Hillel students and enjoying myself. It's slow here, but that's good considering the jet lag. Yes 330AM call to the bf because I can't sleep. Well that was actually nice. Very nice. Oh I miss you.

Finally, I got to change my money yesterday in the Rechovot Mall (there is one mall only) I go up to the counter and say I want to buy shekels with Canadian Dollars. He says dollars? I say Canadian dollars? Dollars? Canadian. US dollars? C-A-N-A-D-I-A-N. Canadian. US? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nikki interject, Canadi (no seriously that's how you say Canadian in Hebrew- Ka-Na-Dee) AHHHH... they get it. WHAT???? Argh.

I did however order for myself in Hebrew at Cafe Aroma. AND I got what I wanted too.

BF- kisses for you xoxo