Life under the bridge

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Finally! -- a mural to contribute to Monday Murals!
And it turned out to be just a few minutes from where my kids were renting a house in Meitar. 

I was expecting the little tunnel under where the street crosses the wadi to be dirty (from the rare flow of heavy rain in the streambed).
Or maybe there would be bugs or scorpions or MICE . . . .

But no!
Instead we found that other people had been there before us, people with paint and brushes. 

A strange grandmother, you say, to take her visiting grandkids and venture  into an unknown, unused tunnel?
Well, as Vonnegut said, "Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God."

We made it fun by shouting and waiting for the echo to return.
Dean, Eyal, and Libby, artists themselves, enjoyed examining the artwork on the walls. 

And there was the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
We exited onto the stone-paved bed of the wadi and went on to explore the desert in her winter green.
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Too bad the family had to return to Australia a few weeks ago.
I wish them exciting adventures down under.
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(Linking also to Our World Tuesday.)