Next big step taken: Husbinator and I researched internet providers for our new home, and I made that call in Hebrew. The woman I spoke with, like so many salespeople, spoke really quickly, though she would remember to slow down for a sentence or two when I reminded her that she was going too fast. In America, everything would have been done on one phone call, with long periods of, "Just hang on while the system refreshes," or, "Do you mind if I put you on hold while I check with my supervisor?" In this case, the woman hung up and called me back each time there was something that took longer than 30 seconds. Neither better nor worse, just different. I was slightly surprised when she said, "באי מאמי" ["Bye, sweetheart"] at the end of the first call, though it represented the tone of our conversation well.
In between the various internet phone calls, we drove over to the spice factory on kibbutz and picked up some packing boxes. Most of our stuff will fit in our suitcases, but our suitcases will last longer if we don't keep filling them with heavy, pointed, and/or messy objects. Also, now our apartment smells like dried herbs. Mmmmmm...
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