I truly look forward to our cab expeditions here. Since my Hebrew is still almost nonexistent, I consider it a game to get where I'm going. I never know what mood the cab driver will be in. I've met many kind ones, that do their best to talk to me in English and teach me Hebrew. They are always fascinated that we are from all over and in The Home Land to dance. Today, the cab driver asked if we did disco. I said at the pub we do, and he now believes I moved to Israel to study disco and probably poll dancing. Excellent.
I've had the raging Israeli that refuses to communicate in English, even though I clearly have NO idea what he is saying. When I start to walk away to get another cab, his English miraculously appears.
I was in a cab when it rear-ended another cab. The driver stomps out yelling (although, 'loud' is a normal level for Israelis) hugs the other driver, and continues on his way.
One of my favorite- On an epic ride home from Tel Aviv after Yom Kippur, the cab driver rolls down his window to ask directions to our kibbutz...while driving at 60 mph on the highway. Guess who ended up giving him directions to our kibbutz. That's right. Me. I'm thankful for my sense of direction and inspiration to know when the cab driver is bull shitting us.
One cab driver asked if he could be my Israeli boyfriend. I said, "Don't you have children and a wife?" He promptly informed me not to worry, his children would like me too.
I always leave my rides laughing in someway. A lot of this would be remedied if I could speak the squiggle language, but it is fun this way.
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