It's cold

Don't listen to anyone who tells you the Middle East is a hot place. I'm sitting in an empty Cafe' in the Merkaz. Usually this place is packed at 10pm on a weeknight... tonight its completely empty. It's cold, 50 degrees Fahrenheit, which is really not THAT cold, but its enough to cause the Israeli public to stay home for a night; thats really quite a feat for nature... even suicide bombings don't keep Israelis from coming out, so mother nature has really pulled something off here.

Two of my coworkers and myself are huddled together in the "reflective corner" of Arcaffe. Ramin is reading the Kitab-i-Iqan, Sina is doing something rather complicated on his laptop... I can't really tell what he's doing but it results in him having a perplexed look of contemplation as he stares intently at his computer screen. He occasionally looks up, rubs his hands together like Mr. Burns did when he was contemplating world domination on the Simpson's, mutters something like "what the hell" and then keeps typing... maybe Sinas contemplating the same thing... or maybe, he's just COLD.

This cafe' rocks, obviously not because of its lack of heat or insulation... but check this... one of these guys is from Namibia, the other from Canada, I'm from the States... we may have never crossed paths if it hadn't been for this place and this Faith. We may have never enriched each others viewpoints of life and the Faith. We're sitting here talking about the Iqan, Ramin was telling me earlier about his life in Namibia. I mean I'm now contemplating a trip to Namibia at some point to go on a safari and visit him after he leaves. MMMM Son!

Ok.. so maybe its not so much the cafe' that rocks, the BWC is awesome and the Faith rocks your world even more, but good coffee always helps and I still give props to Arcaffe' for being host to some good times.