Two weeks ago David and I took a very very much needed vacation to Paris. It was our first real vacation since we got married (sorry mom and dad, coming to visit you is nice, but its not vacation!) and we were very excited. We went for 5 days and had an amazing time.
The weather was a bit chilly, but we got to see all of the sites and really enjoyed being together.
I am now in finals mode- I just got out of my third in the last week. It has been really really intense and highlighted how important the time with David was.
Next week I start an entire month of archaeological digs. That should also be intense, but hopefully a lot of fun and educational too!
Here are some pictures from our trip:
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
O How I Hate Beni Brak
This is the first time since I've been in Israel that my experience GETTING TO a bureaucratic office has been more unpleasant than my time spent in said office.
This morning I walked to the Interior Ministry Branch in Beni Brak to get my first Israeli Passport (I had a legal travel document that was only valid in Israel.) All told, it took me only an hour, but the walk through Bnei Brak is just so unpleasant.
I can't stand Charedim and am completely disgusted by their way of life. The streets are filled with garbage and it reeks everywhere. I almost got hit by cars at least 5 times because they all drive as if they don't value human life. And to top it all off, they are rude. When I crossed the bridge over the highway that separates Givat Shmuel from Beni Brak I took a huge deep breath of the "clean" air and felt so relieved to be home!
On the other hand, my experience at the Interior Ministry was really really refreshing (ironic as that is). I didn't even have time to fill out the passport request form when it was my turn at the counter. The lady was really really nice and helpful and I was finished within 7 minutes. Unlike in the American system, I will have my passport within a week (probably sooner). Definitely a mixed up way to start the day!
This morning I walked to the Interior Ministry Branch in Beni Brak to get my first Israeli Passport (I had a legal travel document that was only valid in Israel.) All told, it took me only an hour, but the walk through Bnei Brak is just so unpleasant.
I can't stand Charedim and am completely disgusted by their way of life. The streets are filled with garbage and it reeks everywhere. I almost got hit by cars at least 5 times because they all drive as if they don't value human life. And to top it all off, they are rude. When I crossed the bridge over the highway that separates Givat Shmuel from Beni Brak I took a huge deep breath of the "clean" air and felt so relieved to be home!
On the other hand, my experience at the Interior Ministry was really really refreshing (ironic as that is). I didn't even have time to fill out the passport request form when it was my turn at the counter. The lady was really really nice and helpful and I was finished within 7 minutes. Unlike in the American system, I will have my passport within a week (probably sooner). Definitely a mixed up way to start the day!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
יום שחרור ירושלים (Jerusalem Liberation Day)
Today is Yom Yerushalayim- the day that commemorates Israel recapturing Jerusalem during the Six Day War in 1967. In past years I went to Jerusalem to attend parties and celebrations in the streets and to walk to the Kotel with thousands of others dancing through the blocked off streets towards the Old City. This year I stayed home in Givat Shmuel, but it was still very special.
Last night (the Jewish date starts the night before, so it was also Jerusalem Day last night) David and I went to a wedding. One of David's friends from the army got married. During the part of the ceremony where the groom breaks the glass in commemoration of the destruction of the temple I was particularly touched: Here we were commemorating Jerusalem's destruction and ON the day that Jerusalem was liberated, a new couple is being joined into the community of Israel. It was truly beautiful and a nice way to commemorate the day.
Today was the Brit Milah for my friend Shira's baby. She is my first really really close friend to have a baby so it was especially exciting for me. In addition to being nice to be there with her and her husband, they made it extra special with the name they chose for their son. They called him Yishai, in Hebrew ישי. In addition to being a nice name, the letters form an acronym that stands for יום שחרור ירושלים which literally means Jerusalem Liberation Day (today). It was so beautiful how they were able to add such meaning to their son's name.
Last night (the Jewish date starts the night before, so it was also Jerusalem Day last night) David and I went to a wedding. One of David's friends from the army got married. During the part of the ceremony where the groom breaks the glass in commemoration of the destruction of the temple I was particularly touched: Here we were commemorating Jerusalem's destruction and ON the day that Jerusalem was liberated, a new couple is being joined into the community of Israel. It was truly beautiful and a nice way to commemorate the day.
Today was the Brit Milah for my friend Shira's baby. She is my first really really close friend to have a baby so it was especially exciting for me. In addition to being nice to be there with her and her husband, they made it extra special with the name they chose for their son. They called him Yishai, in Hebrew ישי. In addition to being a nice name, the letters form an acronym that stands for יום שחרור ירושלים which literally means Jerusalem Liberation Day (today). It was so beautiful how they were able to add such meaning to their son's name.
Israel as an Outsider
Last week I was a counselor on Ramaz's 8th Grade Israel Trip. (Ramaz is a religious day-school from Manhattan). I spent a week traveling with the kids and their teachers ALL OVER Israel. It was an incredibly exciting, exhausting, fun, crazy, hard, and interesting week. I think the most interesting part, for me at least, was getting to experience Israel once again through the eyes of outsiders.
My favorite parts of the trip were the bus rides. I would sit with the kids and just look out the window with them and gush about how much I loved the country. It made me feel so good to explain to them about the places we were going and the things they saw and to give it a personal touch.
It was pretty weird to be with a bus full of people who viewed Israel as a place where they frequently vacation, but not as home. I wonder what kind of connection they feel they have to this place. I tried to get a sense while they were here, but I'm still not sure. I don't know what its like anymore to not feel that everything I see is "mine", I wonder if they feel a similar sense of possession even if they don't live here...
These kids were 8th graders and the focus of the trip was "fun connection to Israel" rather than an educational tour, so I wondered how much they really took away from the trip. When, during the summary activity the night before they left, one of the kids said that even though he had been here many times before he had never realized just how beautiful Israel is. Even if he took nothing else from the trip, other than a great time with his friends. I feel like something has been accomplished: another person in this world recognizes Israel's beauty. If even one of those kids moves here one day, or dedicates their life to the support and betterment of the State of Israel then my time with them has been a success.
My favorite parts of the trip were the bus rides. I would sit with the kids and just look out the window with them and gush about how much I loved the country. It made me feel so good to explain to them about the places we were going and the things they saw and to give it a personal touch.
It was pretty weird to be with a bus full of people who viewed Israel as a place where they frequently vacation, but not as home. I wonder what kind of connection they feel they have to this place. I tried to get a sense while they were here, but I'm still not sure. I don't know what its like anymore to not feel that everything I see is "mine", I wonder if they feel a similar sense of possession even if they don't live here...
These kids were 8th graders and the focus of the trip was "fun connection to Israel" rather than an educational tour, so I wondered how much they really took away from the trip. When, during the summary activity the night before they left, one of the kids said that even though he had been here many times before he had never realized just how beautiful Israel is. Even if he took nothing else from the trip, other than a great time with his friends. I feel like something has been accomplished: another person in this world recognizes Israel's beauty. If even one of those kids moves here one day, or dedicates their life to the support and betterment of the State of Israel then my time with them has been a success.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Great Summaries of My Opinion
Here are a couple of links to articles that have come out in the last 24 hours that express better than I could how I feel about the situation here:
Jpost
Wall Street Journal
Happy Independence Day!
Jpost
Wall Street Journal
Happy Independence Day!
Memorial Day 2010
Last year I had a very intense and emotional Memorial Day. I spent the day driving all over to be at as many places as possible in an attempt to try and experience what veteran Israelis go through on Memorial Day. This year, my friend and I, probably unconsciously, took a totally different approach.
Instead of being in the southern plains and jerusalem area, we went straight to Tel Aviv. We had both really wanted to experience Memorial Day in the big city. In the end, it turned into a walking memorial to our past heroes than a day spent crying over our current losses.
We started in Yaffo. We walked around the old port area just to walk. It used to be the gates to Israel. All new immigrants and pretty much all of the maritime trade passed through the port. Until the Arabs, in 1920 decided that they'd had enough of the Jews and shut down the port. Thanks to them Tel Aviv and Haifa ports were built/flourished, and the flow of Jews to Israel wasn't too badly affected.
From Yaffo we took a walk along the beach to the Etzel Musuem. The Etzel was a national milita that broke from the more mainstream Hagana. They were the ones to capture Yaffo during the War of Independence and the museum stands in the remains of an old arab house that they used as their base during the assault. It was a fierce battle, but also one of the most successful during the War.
From there we headed by bus to the old Trumpeldor Cemetery. We were sitting on the bus about to pull out of the terminal when the siren went off. We almost couldn't hear it because of all of the engines. As always the siren pierced my heart and it took a few minutes after the world started moving again to calm down.
The Trumpelor Cemetery was opened in 1902 when a wave of cholera spread through Yaffo. In an attempt to stop the plague, it was ordered that bodies were not allowed to be buried inside the city. A plot of land in the middle of sand dunes was chosen for the Jewish cemetery. It stood alone until Tel Aviv was founded over 20 years later. During the Arab riots of 1920/1921 the Jews killed were buried in this cemetery.
The cemetery currently holds 5,000 graves and is maxed out. It is the final resting place for many of Israel's famous leaders, including: President Moshe Sharet, Eliyahu Golumb- founder of the Hagana, Dov Hoz- head of the Histadrut, H.N Bialyk- the author and poet, Chaim Arlozorov, Zeev Jabotinsky, the Chissin Family- founders of most of the early settlements in the holy land, most of the founders of Tel Aviv, and many many others. It is a fascinating cemetery that only in the past few years has undergone renovation and restoration.
When we got there, we walked in to a tiny ceremony with no more than 20 people. It was organized by the Organization of Former Hagana Members and there was a small presence from the army and the police. They explained the history of the cemetery and of many of the people buried there, especially the victims of the arab riots. The most striking thing was that as everyone was leaving, we heard the older people grumbling that within a few years there would be no ceremony there because there would be no one left to do it. The common thread between this year and last year's Memorial Day was that then we had also been to a ceremony in danger of "extinction". My friend and I decided that we believe it's more important to make an effort to be at these ceremonies: to learn from what these people have to say and to show them our support in their mourning and that we care about our past and the sacrifices made so long ago. Everyone goes to the main military ceremonies, but do people even know that these smaller ones take place? I learned so much during that half an hour, it would be a shame to miss out on similar opportunities.
From there we went to Independence Hall and the Hagana Museum. Surprisingly, I had never been to either and we felt it was apropos to the day to head there of all places (it was the real date of Independence Day, but because of Shabbat everything was pushed over by one day). The entire day highlighted for me how amazing of an accomplishment creating the state was, and how all of the sacrifices were worth it despite the pain. Without our brave soldiers and civilians, we could never even have come close to building what we have today. With that said, we also must strive to live up to the example of our forefathers and let nothing get in the way of building and maintaining our home. May G-d give us the strength and foresight to do so.
Instead of being in the southern plains and jerusalem area, we went straight to Tel Aviv. We had both really wanted to experience Memorial Day in the big city. In the end, it turned into a walking memorial to our past heroes than a day spent crying over our current losses.
We started in Yaffo. We walked around the old port area just to walk. It used to be the gates to Israel. All new immigrants and pretty much all of the maritime trade passed through the port. Until the Arabs, in 1920 decided that they'd had enough of the Jews and shut down the port. Thanks to them Tel Aviv and Haifa ports were built/flourished, and the flow of Jews to Israel wasn't too badly affected.
From Yaffo we took a walk along the beach to the Etzel Musuem. The Etzel was a national milita that broke from the more mainstream Hagana. They were the ones to capture Yaffo during the War of Independence and the museum stands in the remains of an old arab house that they used as their base during the assault. It was a fierce battle, but also one of the most successful during the War.
From there we headed by bus to the old Trumpeldor Cemetery. We were sitting on the bus about to pull out of the terminal when the siren went off. We almost couldn't hear it because of all of the engines. As always the siren pierced my heart and it took a few minutes after the world started moving again to calm down.
The Trumpelor Cemetery was opened in 1902 when a wave of cholera spread through Yaffo. In an attempt to stop the plague, it was ordered that bodies were not allowed to be buried inside the city. A plot of land in the middle of sand dunes was chosen for the Jewish cemetery. It stood alone until Tel Aviv was founded over 20 years later. During the Arab riots of 1920/1921 the Jews killed were buried in this cemetery.
The cemetery currently holds 5,000 graves and is maxed out. It is the final resting place for many of Israel's famous leaders, including: President Moshe Sharet, Eliyahu Golumb- founder of the Hagana, Dov Hoz- head of the Histadrut, H.N Bialyk- the author and poet, Chaim Arlozorov, Zeev Jabotinsky, the Chissin Family- founders of most of the early settlements in the holy land, most of the founders of Tel Aviv, and many many others. It is a fascinating cemetery that only in the past few years has undergone renovation and restoration.
When we got there, we walked in to a tiny ceremony with no more than 20 people. It was organized by the Organization of Former Hagana Members and there was a small presence from the army and the police. They explained the history of the cemetery and of many of the people buried there, especially the victims of the arab riots. The most striking thing was that as everyone was leaving, we heard the older people grumbling that within a few years there would be no ceremony there because there would be no one left to do it. The common thread between this year and last year's Memorial Day was that then we had also been to a ceremony in danger of "extinction". My friend and I decided that we believe it's more important to make an effort to be at these ceremonies: to learn from what these people have to say and to show them our support in their mourning and that we care about our past and the sacrifices made so long ago. Everyone goes to the main military ceremonies, but do people even know that these smaller ones take place? I learned so much during that half an hour, it would be a shame to miss out on similar opportunities.
From there we went to Independence Hall and the Hagana Museum. Surprisingly, I had never been to either and we felt it was apropos to the day to head there of all places (it was the real date of Independence Day, but because of Shabbat everything was pushed over by one day). The entire day highlighted for me how amazing of an accomplishment creating the state was, and how all of the sacrifices were worth it despite the pain. Without our brave soldiers and civilians, we could never even have come close to building what we have today. With that said, we also must strive to live up to the example of our forefathers and let nothing get in the way of building and maintaining our home. May G-d give us the strength and foresight to do so.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Real Heroes
On Erev Memorial Day:
I wrote about this family in my Memorial Day post last year. Their grandmother and uncle are from houston and the kids used to hang out with us during the summers. They are Israel's Real Heroes:
read the Jpost article: here
I wrote about this family in my Memorial Day post last year. Their grandmother and uncle are from houston and the kids used to hang out with us during the summers. They are Israel's Real Heroes:
read the Jpost article: here
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