Renting an apartment. Red for meat, blue for dairy.
This morning I spoke with the General Manager of the King Solomon Hotel, concerning the the letter I wrote to him last week about my undelivered luggage. He did his best to explain what had happened, and in the end he offered me a free dinner at the hotel restaurant. I had actually hoped that he might let me stay a couple of days for free, or offer to reimburse part of the money I spent earlier in the week to buy clothes, but I was disappointed.
At work I talked to Dov about renting his apartment while he is away three weeks -- one week on vacation, and two weeks on military service. That evening, I went to see the apartment. It is located fairly close to work, in an area called Katamon. The apartment is located on the top floor of a four story building. The neighborhood is fairly old, and the apartment has a nice, homey feel about it that reminds me of my Grandma Hester's old Southern antebellum house, which was struck by lightning and burned to the ground a couple of years ago.
Dov asked if I cook, and proceeded to explain the separation of pans and utensils in the kitchen.


Dov will be leaving on Wednesday, so I need to let him know about the apartment tomorrow.
My sister, Angie, will be coming to visit on the 13th. After she arrives, I hope to take off of work to travel in Israel and Egypt for a couple of weeks. I had originally included Turkey in my travel plans, but since the United States is currently launching missiles near that area, I've decided against it.