Almost Kissing

Shamra and I outside of Damascus Gate, an entrance into the Old City

We took a quick stop at the 7th Station, which is where Jesus fell the second time as he was carrying his cross. These two Nigerians were with this Israeli tour guide and they asked my to take their picture. I will be emailing it to them very soon. Also, the Israeli woman asked is I was from here. She said I looked like I did. That’s so cool beans. It must’ve been the genie pants, Jesus sandals, and pashmina I was sporting. But I really liked this Nigerian couple. There are a lot of Nigerian people that come here touring. 

There are these cool shirt shops all over the Old City. They have a bunch of sweet Israel prints and a bunch of Palestine prints and Jerusalem ones and ones with cartoon characters and ones with sports teams and ones with peace. They’re the coolest. But you can get them made in about 2.76 seconds. You just pick your print and your shirt size and color and they make it for you. And… they’re all only $3 or $4. Excellent. Things here are quite on the expensive side. This is a picture of the little Dora shirt I bought for little Natalie Girl. Love it.

    Now for the kissy face story. 

    We were going home and I stopped in a shoe store just for fun and just because I like shoes. And I was looking at this pair and bartering with the shopkeeper. He told me to walk around in them, so I walked to the other end of the shop, which was about 20 feet away from Shamra and Sharon, and I was liking those shoes. They were pretty pretty. 

    But the shopkeeper followed me as I walked in them. Then I turned around to walk back and he looked at me and said, “You have very beautiful name.”

   Then he pinched my chin and leaned in with his lips all puckered up to kiss me!

   I leaned to the opposite side and dodged it and was like, “No thank you!” I looked at Shamra and her eyes were huge and horrified. Funny girl. She kept looking at the shopkeeper and said that she thinks he felt badly and ashamed, which would make sense. You don’t just go kissing girls that want a pair of shoes. Who does that?

    Anyway, I bought the shoes and got out of there. That tall, skinny, old man just wasn’t my type.