The advantage of not having blogged for a really long time is that now I have a huge number of stories to tell. So if I feel like writing, but nothing's happened that day, I can be all like, "Hey, this funny thing happened to me a couple of weeks ago..."
Today, though, was not boring. I went to the kotel, which was good, and I went shopping afterwards, which was also nice. The excitement was the lady who found an abandoned handbag when we got off the train. We jammed the train door open and kept asking who forgot a bag (my voice being louder than hers, I helped with the interrogation), and when no one 'fessed up, we called over the nearby security guards, who seemed Highly Irritated and all came over to investigate.
I didn't see any change in traffic flow during the rest of my time in the general area, and I've heard nothing on the news, so I assume the handbag was simply a forgotten handbag. It wasn't until hours after I got home that I realized that as long as I was helping ask who forgot a bag, I should have asked in English as well as in Hebrew. After all, in addition to knowing how to speak from my diaphragm, I also know how to speak in the language most likely spoken by someone who would forget their bag at an Israeli train station.
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