It's the little things

It's the little things in Israel that I love.  And the small victories.  Like yesterday.  I've been relying on the hubby a lot because his Hebrew is  better than  mine.  But he also has this little thing called a job,  which means I need to rely on myself a bit more. So I was determined to go to the supermarket alone.  And I did.  First miracle of the day,  I found a parking spot.  Next miracle,  my cart was already unlocked which was good,  because I didn't have a 5 Shekel piece to unlock it.

I managed the whole shopping trip and no one even stopped me to ask me questions.  I must look friendly,  because everyone keeps asking me stuff.  When that happens,  I'm like,  ummm,  I understood about 1/4 of what you just said.  I made it all the way to the cashier until she started asking me stuff.  I know she asked me if I was in the "club"  which I'm not yet.  And then ashe asked me something else.  I'm hoping she asked if me credit card was regular or debit,  because if not,  my answer really didn't make sense.  But in the end,  I left the store with my things and felt pretty proud of myself.

Actually,  I was so proud that I  decided I should stop for coffee at my new obsession, Coffix.  I then proceeded to order coffee and some food,  all in Hebrew.  And I think I even received what I ordered.  Did I mention that everything at Coffix is 5 Shekel??  Goodbye Starbucks lattes,  Hello Coffix cafe hafuch!

And about the little things.  I could ramble on about how amazing it is to be wished shabbat shalom by every single person.  But I won't,  because I'll just tell you,  it's awesome.  When the guy at the hardware store says it to you,  it's just great.