Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Yoqne-am–Illit, right? This little gem of a city, chillin’ in the hills of the Jezreel Valley. I mean, it’s not exactly Tel Aviv, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually numbers, spreadsheets, and coffee. Lots of coffee.
So, I’m on my way to work, cruising down HaSharon Street. It’s a pretty street, lined with those cute little houses. But then, bam! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of this? I’m already late, and now my car’s bouncing like it’s in a rodeo. Ugh!
Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.
After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”
Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt, like he’s trying to signal a plane or something. He starts chatting with the barista, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He’s talking about the new park they’re building near the old industrial area. Apparently, it’s gonna have a playground and a walking path. I’m like, “Finally! Something fun in Yoqne-am!”
But then, I remember the last time they promised a park. It turned into a construction site for like, two years. I mean, come on! Can’t we just get a nice place to chill without all the drama?
Anyway, I grab my coffee and head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about their taxes. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But they’re panicking like it’s a zombie apocalypse. I try to calm them down, but it’s like talking to a brick wall.
After that, I’m just done. I need to blow off some steam. So, I hit up the local market on HaSharon Street after work. It’s bustling, full of life. I grab some fresh veggies and a loaf of bread. The smell of spices is insane! I’m in heaven.
Then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day. It’s just me, the music, and the vibe of Yoqne-am.
But then, I notice a kid trying to steal a candy from a stall. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Not cool!” I mean, I get it, candy is life, but come on! The vendor sees him and starts yelling. It’s a whole scene. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This city is wild.”
Finally, I head home, exhausted but somehow happy. Yoqne-am–Illit is quirky, chaotic, and full of surprises. It’s not perfect, but it’s home. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a vacation. But that’s a different story!