Had a run in with the Tel Aviv police this evening. On the way back from a long dinner/meeting after a super long day of coaching and playing, we had six in the car, with our super goofy video guy in hte hatchback trunk. Well, a cop pulled up behind us, with his lights flashing, which doesn’t actually mean pull over until they call out on the loudspeaker, which after a couple blocks they did. Becca, who speaks Hebrew and English fluently feigned ignorance of Hebrew, which seemed smart, but we had to pull over and he made us all get out of the car. No ticket which was nice. There were two women just sitting in the cop car, not sure what that was about. Since I was the only one not staying in the same building as everyone else, I took a cab. For some reason I really don’t like taking taxis, though I do love taxi drivers. Fine fine, got back to my homestay where the lady here was hanging with a couple friends, and though the chocolate cake was a little burnt on top, it’s delicious. I’m going to go get some milk now and finish it off before showering and bed. Tomorrow we get teh Peres Center kids (Israeli and Palestinian mixed), along with 3-4 TV news crews and other media craziness. Ultimate Peace baby.
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