Interestingly when I jumped off the bus to puke the first time, we had stopped in the very mystical town of Merton. The yeshiva men headed off. The driver, who spoke no English, offered me paper towels and water.
When I almost jumped off the second time a religious Jewish lady was trying to comfort me.
In between the puking and the almost jumping I was crying and shaking because this area is very holy. As I approached it was overwhelming.
It's funny in America you are paranoid about your belongings but here in Israel with an Arab driver I felt safe jumping off and puking. I stuck my hand out. I knew he would wait and not drive off.
The last part of the journey became like that movie Harold and Kumar except we weren't high and we were nauseous. It was fun to be with my kid. What should have taken 20 minutes took...hours.
Israelis also like to publicly discuss how to help you. They debate it. "Are you walking to the Old City? You can't do that.""Yes she can." It's fabulous.
With all the ordinariness, it's hard to believe the nonstop discussion about Israel...the attacks seem like the same thing as what they do to President Trump.
By Dr. Dannielle Blumenthal. Opinions are the author's own. Public domain.