After hours of passing hundreds of tiny markets in crowded sidewalks and alleyways, walking into a smallish grocery store felt like a Super Wal-Mart. "Mr. Zol's" aka "Mr. Cheap" is the grocery store within walking distance from Amy's Hebrew University campus housing.
Joni and I were trying to figure out products and prices. I don't read Hebrew, and she's only in Hebrew kindergarten. Prices are high here, so every shekel counts.
We bought three bags of Israeli cookies (they seemed to be on sale three bags for
13 shekels) but they didn't taste how cookies taste in the states. Amy said their friends came up with an acronym to describe how things taste here compared to what we Americans are used to: "NQR," meaning, "not quite right."
Amy has to bag her own groceries. She likes this Israeli cashier who is nice to her. Some of them aren't.
A stroller is INVALUABLE when you have two children and no car. The first several months of living here Amy walked to the grocery store virtually every morning. Now that she has a friend who moved here and bought a van, they go shopping together every Monday, and a Thursday evening walk to Mr. Zol's holds them over through the weekend. Notice how many bags Amy has hooked to the stroller handle.
Jerusalem has many hills and steps. Thank goodness there is an elevator to take us into the campus housing area so we didn't have to carry that full stroller down all those steps.
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