Colin's plane left at 4:30p on Monday, so we had time to take a quick tour of the ancient port city of Jaffa, seeing that it was only half an hour from the airport. Jaffa is just south of Tel Aviv and so we stopped in Tel Aviv to get some lunch to take with us. Driving in Tel Aviv was crazy! Little space, no signals, and seemingly, no rules. Yikes! That experience was all I needed to know that I don't want to live someplace like New York City. My little car held it's ground next to a bus that was close enough for Kait to reach out and fashion a dust mustache on the advertisement model's smiling upper lip. Dad glued his car to my bumper so that we wouldn't lose each other. Phew! We made it past the bus. Who was honking and yelling? Were they honking at me? A glance in my rear view mirror told me that the bus had decided to come over (probably because there was a car double parked in the far right driving lane) and had just moved over, pushing the little car behind Dad into oncoming traffic. Good thing there was no oncoming traffic at the time. Both drivers were leaning out the window, waving their arms and yelling at each other. Despite it all we found our way to Jaffa, got stuck in traffic, parked, bought icecream, shopped, and found picnic benches on which to eat lunch. This is me spilling some noodles on Kait's leg. She usually doesn't need my help, but she was being especially clean this time so I thought I'd help her out.

After eating and walking around the picturesque, old city, it was time to take Colin to the airport. We were leaving a little later than I had hoped, but we weren't far so no worries. AAHH! Traffic! Stress! I don't know if it was legal to turn left on to Einstein where we did, but there was no sign I could see that absolutely forbade it (in Israel "forbidden" doesn't mean that you can't do it, everybody still does. Only "absolutely forbidden" carries any weight). We did get to the airport on time and after going through a ton of security, he got on his plane.