Finals.
Hebrew letters, OON? That's what we thought at first too. But just tilt a little to the left and then you'll understand....Zoo! Ok, you still won't understand the Hebrew part, but I can't help you there. I never pass up a day at the zoo, even though I'm still a little scarred from being licked by a giraffe at a young age. And semi-attacked by a large cockatoo the same day. Ok, not attacked, but I did not enjoy having to feed it in the bird show because it liked my hand better than the food that was in it.
Penguins are my main motivation behind zoo trips. The second I got in the park I found them on the map, and then felt instant joy when I saw this sign. Amanda and Katie love them just as much as I do (or so they claimed), so it was fun to finally share my excitment and pure joy that my little flightless friends give me.
This one's for you, Jac! I love that elephants don't forget anything. Except I'm not sure I would want that gift.
Definite connection.
Penguins!!! I even saved my lunch to eat with them. Usually I'm hungry by 10 a.m., which is kind of a problem, but a lunch date with penguins was more than enough incentive to hold out. I LOVE these guys! There was a lady there who has randomly traveled the world to see penguins, so she taught me and Katie all sorts of great stuff. Like...the striped guys, those are the boys. Solids, girls. And they only eat fish that are alive, not dead. And they only love one other penguin their whole life. I could go on, but then I'd miss them too much.
We stayed with them for about 30 minutes, then I could tell I needed to pry myself away. I would have been happy there all day though, no lie.
I made fun of the sign by this statue ("Warning: this statue becomes very hot during hours of the day when the sun shines directly on it, please be careful). I thought that was a little unnecessary. Then we took this picture and I hopped on the bear with no hesitation...you can't tell, but I'm in pain. The sign is not lying. And they put it up because they know people like me will still get burned. Feel bad for my hands.
And feel bad for these guys...or maybe they're just tired? Either way, I wanted to hold the little guy and tell him everything would be ok.
Our wonderful Out-of-Center Activities Committee (I love the random jobs here) planned a trip to Eilat for some Red Sea snorkeling. I don't have a great relationship with water, but I wanted to see a real life Dory. My dear roommate Allison was very patient and taught me all the ropes of snorkeling. It did not come naturally...but we were successful.
My love for weird signs is only getting stronger here. This one says no diving gear in the shower, but I felt like the picture was just telling me I wasn't allowed to spear fish. This wasn't a problem because I only tried to catch them Mulan-style, trapping them with one swift grab. That game ended the second I found out that the fish actually didn't mind contact with me. I was kind of ok with it if I touched the fish, but once they started touching me it was a whole different story.
I think a big part of my snorkleing abilities came from the fact that you can't sink in the Red Sea even if you tried to. The salt does way more work than you do. We saw fish of pretty much every color, and I saw one that was so long and skinny that I'm convinced it was an eel. A friendly one though, because no one got electrocuted. Made me think of Princess Bride. Some people even saw an octopus! And some people split their foot open disgustingly deep. Ok, actually just Lisa. And now she uses a cane and I call her Gordon because she rocks it just like cute old Pres. Hinckley did.
Wednesday night was the first of our two talent shows this semester. This one was "formal" which resulted in only musical talents. Every other talent people thought of sharing somehow ended up in the informal classification, so I'm excited for that show in a few weeks. I accompanied Grace (Miss Orem people, she's a big deal) in a beautiful Italian song, she blew everybody away.
Left to right: Ricki, Becky, Nick, Me, Mike, Jillian, Christian, Heather, Adam
All the performers! Including Brother Whipple himself, the man is incredible on the organ. He has a doctorate in Organ Performance. Did you even know you can do that? He's our very own Phantom, sometimes he rocks out on that thing and it's the only thing that gets me through long hours of class. Bless him, and his darling wife. 
We take a lot of jumping pictures here. ("We'll always be sure to give you time on field trips to take your narcissistic jumping pictures." -Bro. Hamblin.) I decided to boycott this one.
Danger! This one is just pretend though, but Lisa found real danger at the Red Sea last week. Sliced her foot open on coral between snorkeling adventures...just got chills again. Sharks smell blood, and they say there's no sharks there but I was still keeping my eye out after that. More on that trip later!
Micah's Cave was considerably less roomy than Zedekiah's. Meet Amanda, my fellow claustrophobe. Together we have conquered the pyramids, this here cave, and as of Monday, Hezekiah's tunnel. I didn't even mind the tunnel, so I think my fear really is being conquered!
Taking pictures in a cave is a good time because you'll never know how they'll turn out. Pitch black until the flash, so sometimes the people next to you are actually doing something completely different than what you think (thank you Scott). Or maybe you don't even know the person with your camera is taking a picture yet (see above).
And this cave (also roomy) was extremely fun to sing hymns in. It was so fun that I decided I didn't want to be translated just yet.
I don't remember the name of this cave...there have been a lot of them lately. But all the musically talented people in our group revealed themselves that day and sang songs for us inside :)
