Wednesday, 29 July 2009


View of lawns and palm trees
I'm back! In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't posted for over a week, while I've been on holiday with dad visiting relatives in Israel.

"But isn't it a bit hot in Israel at this time of year?" I hear you ask.

The answer is "Yes, it is hot. It is hot like the sun, hot like an oven. It is so hot that the heat hits you like a brick. It is too hot to breathe, to move, to walk. It is very hot. The heat is a physical entity, pressing against your skin..."

You interrupt at this point, as you are understandably unwilling to endure any more heat-related metaphors. "Why, then, did you travel to Israel at this particular time, when there are many other times of the year when it is, presumably, less hot?"

A good question, which deserves a careful and well-considered answer. It is because we are mad.

You stop asking questions at this point, smile nervously, and offer me a nice cup of tea. I have missed tea. I didn't have a hot drink for a week, except one herbal tea indoors - did I mention how hot it was on holiday? We were in Israel, in July, visiting relatives. We are mad.


Anonymous said...

Was it hot?

Lola said...

Yes. Perhaps I will explain how hot in the next post.

Anonymous said...

Explanation for 'Anonymous':
Lola and her dad went when they did to see the archaeologists who only dig the Hellenistic/Byzantine site of Hippos in July. And that was also when Lola could spare the time - she was the driver. It was 40 degrees most days and not much less at night. I wonder how they coped before air conditioning.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Ach! I'd miss tea, too!

aims said...

Sounds fabulous nevertheless!

I'd give a drop of sweat for one hot day here Lola. Ah well.

I bet your experience there makes up for the heat.

Hooray for ice!

aims said...

*waving at leatherdykeuk*