Health Center versus Health Center

A few days ago I had had enough. I hadn't run or exercised in X amount of time (I won't give the exact amount for fear of incarceration). So I researched places to run, either outside or in a gym. Unfortunately, Nazareth doesn't offer any of the above, but Nazareth Illit - the surrounding Jewish community - might. During my searches, I came across the Ben Gurion Health Center, and was ecstatic! I decided to walk there, because it did not seem too far away and if I left early enough, it would be cool.

However, the washing machine decided to get jammed and if I didn't take my clothes out right away, they would begin to mold due to the intense summer heat. So I waited two hours. At that point, it's 10:45am, probably one of the worst times to hike uphill, east. But I did so anyways. It took me thirty minutes to reach the top and at that point I am dripping with sweat, my face is red and blotchy from the heat and I am out of breath. (To get a better idea, Google search Nazareth and Nazareth Illit. I am not talking about a small 'bump-in-the-road' hill, but a mini mountain) I finally manage to find the Health Center, but realized that at the point I am completely drained. I walk in to the center and am confronted with rows of elderly Russians sitting in plastic chairs, wheezing, bleeding, moaning and complaining to their spouses and neighbors. Baffled, I make my way to the front desk and ask, "Excuse me, but where's the gym here?" The receptionist looks at me - this drenched American asking where the gym was - and doesn't get it. In Hebrew, I ask again. She then jumps to the conclusion that something is wrong with my heart and begins to worry. I hurriedly try to comfort her and tell her, "No, no my heart is fine but where is the GYM?" She doesn't get it. 

Turns out the Ben Gurion Health Center is literally a health center, not a gym. Lesson learned.