Brendan's Two Cents

But they're Euro cents, so they're worth more. I have a few left over from Amsterdam, I promise.

I'm not really sure what day it is. Monday, I believe.

We went to Biram today. Or, what remains of it. The small area a depressing sight, but at the same time it was perfectly Serene. I stood on the roof and just looked out at the scene for several minutes, taking it all in.


I've just been reminded that we did this yesterday! Oh me oh my, time has escaped me. Perhaps I should delete this, or maybe I'll just make this into a three-cent blog (Smiley-face).


Okay, today, for reals: Today we stayed in Ibillin and relaxed (but really, who needs sleep, we're in Israel! [okay, I need sleep, anywhere we go]). Where was I? Oh yes. Today. We woke up early this morning, and plowed through several rooms worth of paint. It was intense, and at the same time fun. Elias, our "leader" of sorts, taught me how to use a ladder as stilts, and I walked around the room (mostly because I'm competitive. What a show-off!) But I was getting work done, so that's okay. If you don't believe me, you can ask my mother, because she went into mommy-mode and watched me to insure my safe return to earth upon de-laddering. Needless to say, I had a fun time bursting out in strange movements just to startle my mother, while all of us worked very hard. When we were done, Elias told us that the work we did in six hours saved him a week's worth of work (and money to pay people to do it)!



After cleaning the war paint spatter from our faces (or we could just call it "mess"), we got some exercise by walking to the church where Abuna was assigned, and spent some time exploring the area of Ibillin.

When we got back, we met some students at the school who had just finished their exams, and we hung out with them for the rest of the day. It was a great experience to get to know them, and we had a great time.



Christina has informed me that blogs should be short and concise. Apparently this is neither the former nor the latter in her opinion. She insists I go to bed.

"but I'm a college student, I don't need sleep" says I.
"Tomorrow, I'm waking you up at seven" says she.
"Goodnight!" says I!
Okay, that conversation actually went on in my head. She's already upstairs. But I'm sure that's how it would go.

Peace and love from Israel/Palestine!