the uh...third post

A couple nights ago me and dad were sitting in the courtyard and dad asked me to go get some sodas (he hates ordering things) and he gave me 50 shekels. I walked up to the counter and was like, "Um, I would like to order a soda with a couple of empty cups." It was really awkward because I've never paid for anything in "shekels" before and I wasn't even sure what a shekel is even worth. The lady at the counter was like "12 shekels please" and I handed her the 50 shekel......bill. She looked at with humongous eyes and asked me where I got it. By that point I was totally confused and was like "Um....its my dad's?" The girl next to her looked at me and told me that that was a very rare bill and that I should sell it on eBay, but that it was really old and they can't take it. Unreservedly uncomfortable, I kind of smiled and shrugged. I looked like a complete idiot. (Its like some foreigner offering you guys a confederate silver certificate for a candy bar or something)....

I asked her if she took "american dollars" and she shook her head no.

Yesterday was the first day of the dig, and it went really well. Only a few near death experiences (turns out these shoes are really slick with no grip, and there are a lot of really narrow steep places).

THE FOOD HERE IS AMAZING. (pics coming soon) Every meal here is a work of art.

See you all back home,

Daniel