*FROM 11/12*
We got to sleep in again this morning but I swear breakfast keeps getting worse. This morning when I got to breakfast there was barely any food and I had to wait 25 minutes for eggs and to toast a piece of bread! It was ridiculous! After breakfast we started class on foot. We went on a “Synagogue Scavenger Hunt” aka we went around visiting 5 Synagogues. In each synagogue David Alon told us stories. One was about a man who everyone thought was selfish. But when he died people stopped getting challah, milk, and other things on their doorsteps. They then realized that he had been the one giving all a long. Another story was that every morning the people of the town would get knocks on their door. Three knocks meant that everything was good and that the men should prepare for morning t’fillah. 2 knocks meant that someone had died and they should prepare for a funeral. The 3rd story was about a man who insisted on closing his store at noon every Friday, even one day when a man came in and was willing to spend more money than the storeowner could have imagined. When he went home and told his wife she was extremely proud. Long story short they conceived a son that night who became an extremely famous rabbi. After our tour we went to the “big square” for lunch. It was the best lunch I have had in a while. Sydney, Larissa, and I found a Mexican restaurant. We had 60 zlotys total and spent exactly that. I got a chicken and cheese quesadilla and Sydney and larissa had a vegetarian quesadilla and nachos with guac. They were all appetizers (aka the quesadillas were like ½ of an actual quesadilla) so we decided that it was ok to then go have ice cream. We found a really good ice cream place that basically did gourmet ice cream dishes. Sydney and I shared a banana split and it was absolutely amazing. After lunch we went back to the hotel and had 3 hours of free time and Shabbat prep time. So Sydney, Larissa and I played cards and I e-mailed mom about my camera dilemma. Then we had services, dinner, and oneg.
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