Sometimes Jerusalem is such a boring city. It's Thursday night, and what are my options? I could go to the bar downtown and drink with Yeshiva boys and American tourists. Or I could elbow my way through a crowd at one of the two theatres in the area to see a movie. It gets old, fast. I'm not a huge drinker, and I'm not a fan of overly crowded smoky theatres. That leaves me here, in my little American bubble at the Kfar. Two weeks to go.... then HOME HOME HOME!