Walkin on the Highway

Here we are an hour or two before Erev Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the year. You can hear a pin drop. Television stations have switched off, not a car is on the road, even sunbathers refrain from the beach. At home in the US where few people I know are Jewish, I am always aware that my family is spending Yom Kippur apart from everyday activities, but here, this IS the everyday activity for the day. Strange feeling.