Oh what a long weekend... Lets begin with Thursday night, when my friend Boaz had his birthday party at this bar called Helena, which has a definite New York lounge vibe to it, where people actually dress up a bit (which is rare for Israel, especially with the men). Needless to say we were out late, then the following morning I went to go pick up a foam pad for my bed. My bed is great, but the mattress is a little stiff, so I hooked up a foam pad from Diada. Diada is the Children's Center of Tel Aviv (more like a mother/baby place) that has a cafe, book store, maternity clothes shop, activities, blah blah blah. Their branch is right near my apartment, and conveniently, my cousin's wife runs the place, so she hooked me up with the guy who makes the foam pads that line the bottom of cribs, it's fantastic.
Then, I went to the airport to pick up my father, and we went up to jerusalem to see the family and have dinner, which was great. Today I left Jerusalem with Jon to go to Tel Aviv together.

Jon and I, along with his friend Jess, were invited to Rafi's apartment in Yafo for a little gathering. We actually walked all the way down to his house. Here is Jon and I on the beach heading south, it took us a while, but the weather was fantastic. We got to Rafi's house right as the sun was beginning to die down. As I said before, he lives in the area of Yafo that is starting to get gentrified, and there are some amazing apartments that have been refurbished. The city itself is mostly Christian Arabs and Muslims, but there are increasingly more Israelis who are deciding to move there.

Rafi's apartment is stunning, seriously amazing, with this huge porch and a great breeze. This is the view from his porch, it was a little cloudy, but you can see the potential for seeing sunset every single day over the Mediterannean. You can also see in this photo how there are certain buildings that have been refurbished, and others that are still in ratty shape. Also the spire to the right with the green lights is one of the local small Mosques (the spire is called a Minaret). I took this photo right as the call to prayer was sounding. From Rafi's house we went to Rabin square next to my apartment because today was the memorial for Rabin's death, eleven years ago.

This is a realy bad photo of it, and I will try to get a better photo from one of the news sources tomorrow, but the event was very touching, ableit very somber. Rabin was assassinated at a peace rally 11 years ago today, and the mood was very somber and depressing. There were an estimated 100K people in and around the square, with songs, speakers, music, etc... The best speaker, by far, was the israeli author David Grossman (who I guarantee will win the Nobel for litterature within the next twenty years. PS, I'm very happy Pamuk won this year, after all the crap he gets from the Turkish government). His speach was fantastic, and he speaks wonderfully well, but the speach was not very optimistic, but then, the mood in Israel in general is not very optimistic right now.