Day 6 (Sheer Exhaustion)

I'd like to preface the remained of my blog posts with the warning that they may be incoherent. From 5:30 am to 12:30 pm I am excavating with group C. I am learning beyond textbooks and enjoying myself quite a bit however by day 3 of the dig I am quite exhausted. This exhaustion has led to resenting pottery readings which absorb a lot of free time. However, I am trying to be positive and not take anything for granted. This landscape will soon pass into the foggy plain of nostalgia and I want to suck the marrow out of every opportunity and moment. Be that as it may, there is a difference between wanting and actuality and right now I am rather weary.

Highlight of the dig today was reciting poetry with Elizabeth. Did I mention her in my last post? Anyway, she's this charming woman from Montana and originally from the UK and I have grown to like her quite a bit. In order to improve my British accent she encouraged me to write poetry - I chose one of my favorites: Daffodils by Wordsworth. Tonight, I'd like to memorize Mort Arthur by Tennyson, which was her selection. It was beautiful. (I just considered requesting that to be read at my inevitable funeral but I fear that would break my mom's heart and worry everyone unnecessarily.) I am safe here. I feel incredibly safe. The Israeli army is stationed near by and they make their presence known. Anyone would be foolish to attack a study group and expect little to no consequence. They would be "equalized" to quote Forgetting Sarah Marshall. (Referencing that movie makes me miss you Mathew.)

I feel better after writing this.