Current Blog: DIRTY BLONDE COEDS smiled and closed the door. I walked back to the spot the taxi had left me looking just like the misplaced Gentile I was. I didnˇ¦t like the thought of waiting another day to get together with Tamar but I learned the hard way to accept Tamar Yaˇ¦akovˇ¦s Israeli street smarts. With the rest of the day and night ahead of me, I hopped the number 4 bus back to my hotel.
