Blessed by the Rabbi

Kris and I are enjoying a cool one on Mt Zion. We're hoping to escape Sammy, our uninvited tour guide. But I think he is lurking outside hoping for a tip. Earlier today, at the wailing wall, Kris and unknowingly purchased a blessing from some poor rabbi with a large family. After you've been blessed with health and long life in the shadow of Herodian temple stones by a poor rabbi it hard not to spot the guy a $20 bill. I didn't have have shekels, so I asked him if he took dollars. No problem, said the now richer rabbi.
More later--we'll see if we escape Sammy.
Sent via BlackBerry