Tomorrow morning, we head home..... about a 25 hr travel day (1 hr for every day we've been gone (the price I guess)
Of course we're going to need a vacation from this vacation.
Have a kind of an "cute" story to share. A few days ago, Mrs. Kuki went off to spend the day with her sister, and I just headed to one of the busy neighborhoods full of shops and cafes and strolled for a few hours.
Along my walk, I noticed what I thought was quite a spectacular formal dress in a shop window. The other day, after our return from Jerusalem, I took Mrs. Kuki to show her the dress.
Turns out this shop is just the showroom for an Israeli designer. The dresses are just samples, and then each dress is custom, made to order. Mrs. Kuki looked fabulous in it, and she fell in love with it. We had to make an appointment for the next morning for her to go to the salon to be measured and fitted, as they said they would ship the dress to Canada.
When we walked into the "salon" there was quite a line of women waiting for their fittings, so we assumed the designer is popular. I was the only male present, and the shop girl told the designer that I had picked out the dress from the window, and brought Mrs. Kuki back. She loved that, so made everyone else wait, and took us right in.
She loved the way the dress looked on Mrs. Kuki, and said, since we were leaving Monday, she would stay late with her seamstress, and get the dress done, so we could take it with us. We returned today (Sunday), and the dress was finished except for the hem, and some jewelry work that goes on it. She cut the dress to length, and told us to come back in half an hour... which we did, and it was finished, and still looked spectacular.
She then gave Mrs. Kuki a necklace, with stones the same as the jewelry on the dress, as a "gift" which was very nice.
I should have taken my camera to take pictures of Mrs. Kuki in the dress. She was a WOWSER! (Even she said she felt "hot" in it
So, end result, she got a custom made dress which she loves, and we had another lovely experience. And all the ladies waiting for the designer, heard the story of how I had picked out the dress, and they all said he's a "Moitik". Of course I had no idea what name they were calling me...but I'm assured they were saying "he's a sweety"!
From there Mrs. Kuki went to meet her sister to shop for a birthday present for her sister, and I brought the dress back to the hotel, and am headed to the pool to nap in the sunshine.
Tonight, for our last night in Israel, we're going to head out to a restaurant we passed on our wanderings along the beach one night. It looked like a wonderfully designed place, with a big screen running the movie Casablanca, and it's called Benjamin Segal's (think Bugsy)