In The Potter's Land
Nanny Jo - bringing peace to the Middle East, one family at a time. :-)
About Me
- Name: In The Potter's Land
- Location: Hertzliyya, Israel
If you are interested in more information on the Dukes, living in Israel, and the locations we have toured, you will enjoy Darren's blog at www.a1000tongues.com
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Some of My Favorite Italy Pictures
I just uploaded my Italy pictures to my computer tonight and looked through them. These are just a few of my favorites.
I just uploaded my Italy pictures to my computer tonight and looked through them. These are just a few of my favorites.
Inside a beautiful villa museum A view of the Vatican from a hillside park
SenatusPopulusque Romanus
(the Senate and the people of Rome)
Castel Sant'Angelo
(the Senate and the people of Rome)
A park's pond that looked like a painting Inside the Vatican Museum
The Watchtower beside the Duomo -
414 steps up and down
carrying Nathanor Sara! The Coluseum
There are just too many statues to be serious with all of them!
Biking in Utopia
I went to ulpan for the first time since we left for vacation. Oy vavoy! I'll need to study and catch up because after missing eight lessons, I'm feeling a little rusty.
The spring weather is still pleasantly cool, but you can tell that hot, humid summer is just around the corner. I bike to ulpan in the morning, and I haven't decided what to do yet when it gets hot. I won't be a blessing to my fellow classmates if I arrive and plop down in the seat next to them all hot and sweaty. Biking in Israel is nothing like biking in the States, except for the fact that you're on a bike. The sidewalks are more bumpy and have many dips, lamp posts, bus stops, trash/yard debris piles, and parked cars to avoid. Many times, I give up on the sidewalk altogether and just head out onto the road, which is where I always ride in the States. Unfortunately, the roads were not designed for bikers and have no shoulder. Our bike trip has trained me to wear a helmet, and since I'm a good girl :-), I always do, but here, I feel the necessity of a helmet. There are some less handle-bar-gripping times that I look forward to on my ulpan trip. On the return trip, it is largely downhill - a delight to any biker(should I be saying cyclist?). There is one stretch where fields stretch out on either side of the road as if a claustrophobic person stood on the road and pushed away the city with all its buildings and high rise apartments for just a few hundred yards. On this downhill stretch stand sentinels at regular intervals: slender, leafy trees, bright green in the warm spring weather. These stand on the right side of the sidewalk with lamp posts set in the left side between every other tree. Gliding downhill, I cut left, right, left, back and forth between the trees and the lamp posts. The trees whoosh, whoosh, whoosh by me. That is my favorite part of the whole ride, when, lulled into the security of the sidewalk, I want to take my helmet off and let the breeze blow over me.
I went to ulpan for the first time since we left for vacation. Oy vavoy! I'll need to study and catch up because after missing eight lessons, I'm feeling a little rusty.
The spring weather is still pleasantly cool, but you can tell that hot, humid summer is just around the corner. I bike to ulpan in the morning, and I haven't decided what to do yet when it gets hot. I won't be a blessing to my fellow classmates if I arrive and plop down in the seat next to them all hot and sweaty. Biking in Israel is nothing like biking in the States, except for the fact that you're on a bike. The sidewalks are more bumpy and have many dips, lamp posts, bus stops, trash/yard debris piles, and parked cars to avoid. Many times, I give up on the sidewalk altogether and just head out onto the road, which is where I always ride in the States. Unfortunately, the roads were not designed for bikers and have no shoulder. Our bike trip has trained me to wear a helmet, and since I'm a good girl :-), I always do, but here, I feel the necessity of a helmet. There are some less handle-bar-gripping times that I look forward to on my ulpan trip. On the return trip, it is largely downhill - a delight to any biker(should I be saying cyclist?). There is one stretch where fields stretch out on either side of the road as if a claustrophobic person stood on the road and pushed away the city with all its buildings and high rise apartments for just a few hundred yards. On this downhill stretch stand sentinels at regular intervals: slender, leafy trees, bright green in the warm spring weather. These stand on the right side of the sidewalk with lamp posts set in the left side between every other tree. Gliding downhill, I cut left, right, left, back and forth between the trees and the lamp posts. The trees whoosh, whoosh, whoosh by me. That is my favorite part of the whole ride, when, lulled into the security of the sidewalk, I want to take my helmet off and let the breeze blow over me.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Surprise!
“Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable." I'm sorry Jane Austin, on this point, I must beg to disagree with you. This last weekend, I flew from NC to Portland to surprise my parents and friends. Annette and Kait worked to arrange everything at home from picking me up from the airport to arranging the Friday off for my mom and dad so that we could go to the beach. Here's how it happened.
As part of our vacation, the Dukes were planning to go to NC for a week, and I would go with them. Having good friends there, I couldn't figure out how to visit my friends, Maggie's parents, and travel home long enough to make the ticket price do-able all in a week. But when our travel plans changed to staying in NC for two weeks, I bought the tickets to go home without ever telling Mom and Dad that our plans had changed. My siblings and I laughed in secret and hid our plans in public, anticipating our surprise. When Annette picked me up from the airport and Kait let us in the door, it was late and everyone was already in bed. Annette parked behind my parents' cars so that they would be unable to leave without us knowing. Early the next morning, my mom went to her car but found herself blocked in. When she came back inside to get Annette to move her car, we surprised her with our good morning, and Kait snapped a picture of
the best surprised face I have ever seen. Unfortunately, the picture is copyrighted and unable to be published on this site. :-) This is a pre-surprise picture that Kait and I took to make sure that the camera was ready. We were unable to get the same surprised reaction from Dad because he had heard my, unfortunately, loud and distinct laugh before he came downstairs. What followed that moment was a weekend full of activity and fun with family, friends, and company. For us, for this weekend, a surprise brought pleasure and delightful activity.
“Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable." I'm sorry Jane Austin, on this point, I must beg to disagree with you. This last weekend, I flew from NC to Portland to surprise my parents and friends. Annette and Kait worked to arrange everything at home from picking me up from the airport to arranging the Friday off for my mom and dad so that we could go to the beach. Here's how it happened.
As part of our vacation, the Dukes were planning to go to NC for a week, and I would go with them. Having good friends there, I couldn't figure out how to visit my friends, Maggie's parents, and travel home long enough to make the ticket price do-able all in a week. But when our travel plans changed to staying in NC for two weeks, I bought the tickets to go home without ever telling Mom and Dad that our plans had changed. My siblings and I laughed in secret and hid our plans in public, anticipating our surprise. When Annette picked me up from the airport and Kait let us in the door, it was late and everyone was already in bed. Annette parked behind my parents' cars so that they would be unable to leave without us knowing. Early the next morning, my mom went to her car but found herself blocked in. When she came back inside to get Annette to move her car, we surprised her with our good morning, and Kait snapped a picture of
the best surprised face I have ever seen. Unfortunately, the picture is copyrighted and unable to be published on this site. :-) This is a pre-surprise picture that Kait and I took to make sure that the camera was ready. We were unable to get the same surprised reaction from Dad because he had heard my, unfortunately, loud and distinct laugh before he came downstairs. What followed that moment was a weekend full of activity and fun with family, friends, and company. For us, for this weekend, a surprise brought pleasure and delightful activity.



