the yellow ones

Last Sunday afternoon we decided to find some greenery to fill our apartment. 

We hailed the taxi and with big smiles told the driver, "We want to go to a place where they sell flowers and trees that you plant in the ground." Well, I meant to say flowers, but I actually told him I wanted to plant leaves in the ground. He got the idea. 

He didn't know of a place so he called his buddy and took us to a nearby nursery. 

So now we have some lovely flowers adorning our window sill. ;)

Flowers always remind me of the brevity of life:

The grass withers and the flower fades but the Word of God lasts forever!

Bnaya found the open window to be most intriguing. 

On the way home one day, we realized that the music that the taxi driver was playing was actually rap in the local dialect. Generally, we can't understand a word of the music because they listen to French or traditional Arabic music. So we were thrilled and asked him who it was singing and how we could get the music. He literally drove us to the music kiosk and bought the CDs for us while we waited in his taxi. It was really nice! I'm sure he made a little money out of the deal, but still he was more than willing to help.

I think all these great taxi drivers have spoiled me, but they aren't all like that. One morning last week, when the taxi driver didn't know where I wanted to go, he literally told me to get out of the car and get another taxi!! I was appalled! It's such an unnatural, inhospitable thing for someone to do here. Like I already mentioned, they are usually more than willing to help. I found another taxi, said the exact same thing, and got to where I needed to go, no big deal - just 20 minutes late and a little shocked. ;)