My mommy was right!!!!

So its Shabbat right?! I get all dressed up nice, put on my nude pumps, and head out. We walk all the way out to the Ulpan (or however you spell it) and sit in a hot room with the rest of YC section 2 and light candles and then we get our assigned Shul, where we will be attending services that night. Ours was on Anna Frank (which is a street here in Bat Yam). We walk up once, we don't find it. Walk back. Walk up again. Walk back once more, before finally getting directions down a smallish side roadish thing that leads to the synagogue. We walk up four flights of stairs before reaching the top floor where we, the women, look down and watch the men pray. Everyone else falls asleep, I tend to my injuries.
What injuries? you may ask.
I don't just have one or two, I have six blisters on my feet. Four on my foot with the pinky toe cut and two on the other.
My mom was right when she said I didn't need to pack those shoes.
As always, (in pain)
Julia Rose