Don't Shave

I'm on a bus headed to an Israeli development town about an hour away from BeerSheva. I'm not really sure where we're going to be honest. As in I don't know the name of the town or what we're doing there.

Sheila just spoke on the bus PA telling us not to shave because we're going to the Dead Sea in a couple of days. I never thought I'd hear that advice.

What I ate today: potato pastry
(Update: said pastries are called burekas. I like to call them Barack Obamas)