It is important to stay hydrated wherever you are, and as most Americans (or at least those in my social circle) understand, the easiest way to do so is with reusable water bottles. Camelbaks, Nalgenes, Polar Bottles, the free ones from the bank, your sister-in-laws company, or the fourth of July parade. All of these options work, and like a true American, I carry my water bottle of choice, a Camelbak, with me wherever I go.
Today, I had just finished a delicious dinner (Cafe Calla!) and was about to set out for the grocery store when I realized I was running low on water. We had a jug on our table with a bit of water left, so I poured that water and the water from my cup into my bottle. Though my bottle was only about half full, I was satisfied with my efforts and ready to set out. The woman (not so old and pretty hip but very Israeli looking in style and posture) sitting at the table next to our was not so convinced. It was so Israeli when she wouldn't let me leave until I took the pitcher of water from her table to finish filling my bottle. I tried to argue with her telling her I had enough for the walk home, but she wasn't having any of it. She handed me the jug and I had no choice but to take it. So I filled up my bottle to the brim, thanked her, and started to head on my way. As I was leaving the restaurant, I could hear another table giggling about my water incident, but I must say that I was a happy, hydrated camper.
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