After three days of cold blowing rain, it is snowing in Jerusalem and, at least for a while, it’s sticking to the ground. School is out. People on the streets are smiling, posing for pictures, throwing snowballs and talking to strangers. Well, some of them talked to me. A young man passed me on the street, said something in Hebrew and when I told him I didn’t understand, he immediately translated (and that is so annoying),
This is the first time in my life I have seen snow like this!
Me too. Really. The flakes were huge. I wanted to react to the guy in traditional Israeli fashion and say something like, “Who asked you?” but lack the necessary language skills. This March snow and the accompanying snow-related activity has to fall second (in shock-value) to something it may have caused: I wasn’t able to get a photo so I can’t prove it, but I am pretty certain an orthodox man smiled my way today while I was crossing the street. That unprecedented occurrence and half-dollar sized snow flakes have already made this an amazing day.
I took several more pictures.