Last morning in Israel

We were up early again Friday morning ready for our final tour of Tel Aviv and Jaffa in the daylight. I had forgotten our camera last night but saw the same things but not at night. We drove back to Jaffa and walked to the top of a hill overlooking the city and the Mediterranean. It was windy again and had rained during the night. I guess it is always windy on the seashores. The stone streets are always rough but quaint to walk on. Someone had designed an olive tree to grow out of a fake olive seed that was an amusement but representative as to the importance of olives in the country. The sea was choppy because of several fronts bringing rain during the day and night. The only memorable feature was a squared off arch commemorate several OT events like the ram caught in the thicket provided to replace the sacrifice of Isaac. There was another Catholic church and sculptings in a fountain area. The harbor showed that the Sea was used for yachting recreation. We finished touring an area featuring Bauhaus style architecture used as some of the wealthy homeowner’s living quarters. These are some of the only homes privately owned. We walked to a small bakery/coffee shop where the rain began in earnest cutting our tour short. Evelyn wanted to touch the Mediterranean Sea so we walked to the beach near our hotel after we had napped. We struggled to get through the graded portions of the beach so we could touch the water. We returned to the hotel and checked out the free for guests bicycles. We rode them around near the beach. I struggled mightily, having been weakened by my diarrhea. Evelyn did much better going up the hills. We had a terrible time mastering the balance of the bikes but finally caught on. We rode along the board walk when one of the breakers sprayed me quite well. The Mediterranean had touched me. We returned to the hotel for the night even before dark. Our travelling companions went out for a light dinner without us.