Last week I became a world traveler. It was great.
First we sat and sat and sat in a boring room with lots of other people and nothing to do but try to get snacks out of this annoying contraption.
Then we were in this other room where it was dark outside even though it was the middle of the afternoon and time to play! And there was nothing good to play with but sugar packets. (Yum!)
Then we walked all over the place taking pictures. I got left out of this one.
Here I am!
I was in this thing the WHOLE TIME and my parents wouldn't even let me out to play with the nice kitties that were everywhere.
Then I got tired and took a nap.
Then we went to the beach where my dad dressed up like a smurf.
I do NOT like sand on my feet.
I only like it in my hands from a small container.
And then I got so tired I had to take a nap in my swimming shirt.
We went to Jerusalem, which was very pretty.
Here I am in this thing again.
We stood around a lot. Some guy was always talking. I had to talk and talk too so that people would remember about me. (That's my friend Toby in the background!)
I swang in a swing once.

And we went for sandwiches and ice cream, but I didn't get any.
I had lots of friends in Israel:
Jason and Galit who hogged all the attention just because they got married,
Matt, Raya and Danny who I just didn't get any good pictures of,
Abby and Elise
(Abby gave me rides sometimes),
Anthea, Oran (not pictured) and ...
...Toby,
and this funny looking horse.
Then when we got home I was very tired, but it wouldn't stop being day for a long, long time and I felt impatient and confused.
I liked Israel.