I am very extreme in what I like here. The old city has such charm and comfort. There seems to be a relaxing pace and no worries or concerns whether I am a foreigner or not. History and old buildings are everywhere. I can eat local foods, see tradition and live real life.
The other part I like is the higher end areas sustaining more green areas, of xeriscapes, rock formations, architectural patterns, nice parks, and quiet from the main roads.
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The area where we are staying. Although the mall across the street offers ease, and the old city is just a few blocks away, the traffic noise level is extreme until late night and Shabbat of course (when the city practically shuts down). This is not the case in most areas, but we are at a major intersection.
The other part I like is the higher end areas sustaining more green areas, of xeriscapes, rock formations, architectural patterns, nice parks, and quiet from the main roads.
The area where we are staying. Although the mall across the street offers ease, and the old city is just a few blocks away, the traffic noise level is extreme until late night and Shabbat of course (when the city practically shuts down). This is not the case in most areas, but we are at a major intersection.
Our apartment contains it's own charm. The interlocking of apartments, where one is built, another added, another added, and such until it looks like a Tetris puzzle of white cement and charming red tiled roofs, eliminating much in privacy. I cannot tell one sound from another, when a gate opens, is it ours or across the way? I wonder about the sounds I hear from other apartments, and what they hear of us. This is the quietest my husband has ever heard me on a continous level.
Yet with all this noise, I awoke early this morning to the sound of a woman singing softly, so intriguing was the melody, that I tried to memorize it in my head, while laying there half asleep. I finally dozed back off, and woke again to a faint brass melody practicing farther away. I woke easily and ready to meet my day with such awakenings.