Right now, the village of Bat Ayin is in the middle of a thick, foggy, whirling cloud. The wind is totally intense. After washing some dishes, I stepped outside of the Dining Hall to find that all the recycling cans had blown up against the door, flying 15 feet through the air to get there. Unrecycled plastic was scattered everywhere. I ran up the hill to take out the garbage, wind howling around me. Part of the wooden picket fence outside of the yeshiva was flapping in the wind. Visibility limited. There's a guy in Bat Ayin who runs a Paintball place in the city (Jerusalem). He has a trailer that he tows behind his truck, with a 6-foot tall sign advertising the place. He parks it in a little lot near the Yeshiva.
It's tipped over.
Luckily it's not raining too hard, and my caravan (ie- luxurious trailer home) is not too leaky. And I have a heater without mildew in it, so I can stay warm and healthy. The garlic seems to have worked.
Yeah, that's it. Just a little blurb on the wind. More poetic stylings next time... maybe.
I leave for America in 12 days. First stop: Boston.
Shavuah Tov (have a great week!)
It's tipped over.
Luckily it's not raining too hard, and my caravan (ie- luxurious trailer home) is not too leaky. And I have a heater without mildew in it, so I can stay warm and healthy. The garlic seems to have worked.
Yeah, that's it. Just a little blurb on the wind. More poetic stylings next time... maybe.
I leave for America in 12 days. First stop: Boston.
Shavuah Tov (have a great week!)
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