Man, what a day! I woke up in West-Jerusalem, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a Kisen, right? So, I’m all about that vibe, but today? Phew!
I hit the streets of Ben Yehuda, and it was packed. Like, seriously, who knew so many people could fit in one place? I’m dodging tourists left and right, trying to get my morning coffee. You know that little café on the corner? Yeah, the one with the best bourekas. I swear, I could live off those things. But today? They were out. Out! Can you believe that? I was like, “What’s the point of living?”
So, I’m standing there, grumpy as hell, when I hear this street musician playing the oud. And wow, it hit me right in the feels. I mean, I’m all about that music life, and this dude was killing it. I tossed him a few shekels, feeling all generous and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my coffee right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
I’m fuming now. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m made of money. So, I decide to take a walk down Jaffa Street to cool off. But guess what? It’s like a sauna out there. I’m sweating like a pig. I pass by the Mahane Yehuda Market, and the smells hit me like a freight train. Fresh spices, baked bread, and oh man, the halva! I could eat my weight in that stuff.
But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a watermelon. Like, dude, it’s a watermelon, not a car! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who haggles over fruit? But hey, it’s West-Jerusalem, right? Anything goes.
So, I keep walking, and I bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and it’s all good vibes until he mentions he’s moving to Tel Aviv. I’m like, “What? You can’t leave me here!” But he’s all about that city life now. I get it, but still, it stings a bit.
After that, I decide to hit up the Israel Museum. I need some culture, ya know? I’m wandering around, and I see this exhibit on ancient artifacts. I’m trying to act all sophisticated, but honestly, I’m just thinking about lunch. I mean, who cares about pottery from 2000 years ago when you could be munching on shawarma?
Finally, I head to this little spot on Agron Street. The shawarma there is legendary. I order one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m sitting there, trying to wipe it off, and this old lady gives me the dirtiest look. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just sauce!”
As the sun starts to set, I stroll through the streets, feeling a mix of emotions. West-Jerusalem is wild. It’s chaotic, beautiful, and full of surprises. I love it, but man, it can be exhausting. I think about all the people I met today, the laughter, the frustrations, and the food.
By the time I get home, I’m beat. But I can’t help but smile. This city, with all its quirks and craziness, is my home. And even on the toughest days, it’s still the best place to be.