This may be my final post about our Israel trip. Not because I’ve run out of stuff to talk about but because I have new things to talk about and it’s really hard to convey the sheer awesome of the trip.
So eyes, look your last upon our photos from Israel. If you want to see more, well, I guess you’ll just have to come over for dinner and a slideshow or something.
Anyhoodle, This photo was taken on the steps that led up to the original Temple. This is an authentic site where we know for a fact that Jesus taught. It was really hot there that day so I hope he had a fan or mister or something while he was teaching because that could have gotten uncomfortable real quick.
I included this picture because it has members of our tour group in it and it’s our group I want to discuss today. I noticed an interesting thing happening amongst our tour group members and now it’s time to share: Tour Group Communism.
You see, when you pack for a long journey you take only what you can forsee needing (and, ostensibly, don’t forget the single most important item in your beauty arsenal like I did because apparently I’m a glutton for carrying around huge hairy eyebrows for two weeks).
As I was saying, you take the stuff you think you’ll need. Sometimes, issues arise during the trip that necessitate the use of things you didn’t think you’d need. This is where the communism comes in. About three days into the trip, everyone started getting this nasty cold and there was a roaring trade in cold/flu pharmaceuticals. Over breakfast we’d all compare inventories and then trade/barter our way to the best meds.
Among the ladies there was a lot of exchanging of beauty products. I, for one, borrowed a friend’s tweezers twice so that I could clear-cut the out-of-control eyebrows that were threatening to take over my whole face. Other people asked for and received nail polish, nail clippers, concealer, and hair products. We all did what we could to maintain the gorgeous visages our husbands have come to know and adore.
Food was another commodity that became open for exchange. If someone bought a package of dates, suddenly the bus was awash with dates and everyone was asking where they should go to spit out the pit. If another person found a good deal on shwarma (think of a kosher gyro) recommendations were disseminated to the masses.
It was a fascinating study in group behavior dynamics and I for one am so glad the communist tendencies went to a happy place. I think it would have put a damper on the trip if we’d gone all Animal Farm on one another.