Notes from Haifa
Started the day off right with lunch at an amazing falafel shop. The location was exactly the sort of charmingly narrow, stone-filled alley you see on postcards of Israel.
Israeli drivers can parallel park like nobody’s business.
The city of Haifa is arranged in concentric circles around a hill. This makes it a pain to travel by car, but pedestrians can cut between “levels” using dozens of long staircases. (Will be clearer once I get home and post a picture.)
On the way back, Grandpa paid a surprise visit to an old friend he had not seen in about a decade. They spoke in Hungarian, which neither my father nor I understand. If they’d stuck with Hebrew, my father—but not I—could have followed along. Each generation in our family has fewer languages than the one before.
Stopped for dinner at Sbarro (not my choice), which was just like Sbarro at home, only kosher. Meatless toppings only.