But don't get too excited yet. We are not allowed to drive it. Because we need an Israeli license in order to buy car insurance. The good news is, today, in the third try at the Israeli DMV, I finally finally had my green paper stamped. And not to brag, but they didn't just stamp my paper once; they stamped it five times. I feel extra special.
But let's back up. We arrive at the DMV 15 minutes before they even open. And we are greeted by a long line of about 50 people ahead of us. Okay, we think, no big deal right? We are the fiftieth people in line so how long can it take. It can take 2h 11m after they open the doors, that's how long it can take.
Not to worry though. We got to spend our time speaking to a French speaking couple. They spoke to us in English and they were waiting for the same stamp we were. We were discussing the confusion and the balagan (chaos) and my day was complete when the woman said "Ooh Lala." I mean does it get any better than that? And we were amused by the many arguments that broke out between the staff and the public. And now I know that the policeman on duty today is named Moshe because he kept getting called over. I feel like I got a full education today.
And I'm case you missed it, we were interviewed by the local newspaper. They did a story on new olim and getting ready for school. I have yet to find a link, so here are a few pictures and some of the story in Hebrew.



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