Nazareth on a Sunday

For the next few days we will be driving through Northern Israel.  We took a taxi from our apartment in Jerusalem to the Hertz rental car office.  Mike is Hertz Gold so we thought we would be on our way quickly.  Alas, status does not count in Israel.  It took 2 hours 15 minutes to get our car.  This was a new Hertz record for us.  This is the only time we will be driving ourselves on this 7 week trip.  The drive out of Jerusalem was a challenge.  Not because of the drivers or traffic, but because the new App we were using, Wase, kept giving us instructions in Hebrew.  We switched to google maps, but again instructions only in Hebrew.  Luckily we were able to follower the lines and arrows on the map as it did not involve a lot of twists and turns. 

We arrived at our Airbnb in Nazareth with no problem.  However there was a problem with parking.  We pulled up in front of a small store next to the building.  We thought it was a parking place, so I was trying to guide Mike into the spot.  First a lady in the bottom apartment came out.  "No, no, no, no" she said, wagging her hand back and forth.  "We are just getting out luggage out," I said.  "No, no, no," she says. 
I turn to Michael who is still in the car to explain that this is not a parking spot.  The lady in the apartment to the right comes out.  "No, no, no, no," she repeats.  "No, no, no, no" as she wags her hand back and forth.  I'm not sure what to do. 
Finally, from a window in the story above, a women leans out and says, "I've been waiting for you, I will be right down."  She assures us that it is OK to get our luggage out.  But then we will have to park across the street.  There is a spot right in front of another store that is not open.  We will have to move our car before 9am Monday morning as that is when that store opens. 

And so begins our Nazareth experience.