Practice makes perfect

Yom Sayarot is coming up soon (less than three weeks). During Yom Sayarot, everybody who wants to get into an elite Special Forces unit tries out. The day is comprised of a lot of sprinting and also a lot of running and heavy lifting. Only the best of the best make it.
Since everyone wants to be the best, we are no different. This is why; yesterday we woke up at 4 in the morning and went to a beach. There we practiced sprinting up and down a sand dune. After that, we ran with a stretcher and water cans up and down the sand dunes again. It was like this for three hours. Talk about fun.

Of course the rest f the day was relaxing and interesting. After finishing the mock Yom Sayarot, we went to the beach. There is nothing more fun than working hard in the morning, and then swimming in the afternoon.
From the beach, we went to an army base in Tel Aviv, where we got to meet with some units to hear what exactly they do. It was set up as a college fair, where different units had different booths set up and each had a rep. there that you could talk to. It was interesting to hear about the different units, but it only makes the chose harder because everything sounds so good.

Of course something had to go wrong in the day and that turned out to be that from the base we were allowed to go to our free Shabot. For me that means going to Jerusalem. That meant that i would have to take a bus from the army base, into the tel aviv bus stations and from there take a bus to Jerusalem. Then I take a bus to the moshav where my grandparents live. The problem was no the traveling, but just leaving the base. Every bus that was going to Tel Aviv was packed. A bunch of people had to keep going from bus to bus, until we found a bus that would take a detour from where they were going and would take us.
As if this wasn’t so bad, I also lost my wallet on one of the buses. Luckily the driver realized this and quickly chased me down honking. I thought that I had forgotten to pay him and when I went to reach for my wallet, he opens up the door and says "forgot something?"
This is one reason why I love Israel. Where else would a bus driver go out of his way, act like a crazy person all to return a wallet of someone he doesn’t know?