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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Shabbat in Elazar

Heyoooo
This past weekend was amazin. My sis Sara joined me for half the week so that was cool. We stayed by the Gars. (Shoutout to the Marcuses on Nathan and Marks bar miz trip). Steve Gar was our instructor at the shooting range in Caliber 3. Basically our fam raved about that day and how impressed we were by someone Whoes a soldier, a principal of a Yeshivah for disabled young men, is getting Smicha, and a father. He gave me his number to stay for a weekend so I took him up on that offer. 
When we got there, well first of all it's Gorgous there. The weather was great and the houses are all made out of the classic Jerusalem stone. The first thing We saw when We got off the bus was a little boy maybe 4-5 Years old run across the street. Classic Israel. There are no cars driving around an hour before Shabbat so the streets aren't off limits. Ps. This is a settlement so it's really only Jews there. 
So yeah we played with his kids when we got there. They were beautifullllll. 
I was blown away by their behavior. They were as wild as Israeli kids should be. Climbing on anything they can find and running around barefoot.  What was cool to see was that they listen to their parents the first time they were asked to do something. It is crazy because the parents were so calm. They have four little kids and they listen to everything they say. They basically run a daycare with ages 3 to 9 and there is no nervousness. 
So Friday night we went to shul. Obviously Steve has his big gun on him. After minyan no one was allowed to leave, we were so confused. Someone made an announcement in Hebrew basically saying that no one is allowed to leave shul yet. We waited around for a while with Steve not anywhere in sight and I figured he was outside of gun taking care of whatever was happening. So 20 minutes later they made an announcement that we could go home straight and fast. Steve is outside with his gun. He told us to go home not to worry and that he'd be there soon. He told his kids that we are Am Yisrael and that he must protect us. 
What really impressed me was the way the oldest son, Gabi, who is nine years old took care of his little siblings. He was responsible enough to make sure they're all okay and to hold their hands and bring them home. 
Dinner was great . We had a lot of great and meaningful discussions. Obviously I made them tell us all their stories.  Steve's wife, Natalie is so cool. She's Canadian. She's also a great cook. She's a psychologist and You can tell she's like really bright. 
Anyways lunch next day was chill. They had another family over. The parents made aliyah and all their kids are Israeli. It's funny because the kids were 18 16. 13 and nine. kind of like my family. In the back of my mind I was picturing my family. Imagine we made Aliyah??. I wonder how we would've turned out LOL
After lunch I read a little bit and Sara tanned LOL not really. But with the nice weather Steve took us on a walk and showed us some of the cool sites in his neighborhood. I didn't know that Elazar, a small settlement could be such an interesting place.
He showed us a balcony overlooking the rest of the Gush. By it was a grape vineyard that was planted two years ago. It was a Memorial for two soldiers that died in battle. In Israel you can't harvest fruit that is growing until the third year. (ערלה) So on the third since the grapes were planted, the family is going to make wine out of them and drink the wine in memory of the soldiers that died. I like how in Israel people make good out of the bad. (It's the second year now, so one more) They come to appreciate that they can live in Israel because of the people that have defended it. It's their friends and family members who do this. 
After Shabbat Steve offered to take Sara and I in his Jeep and show us some sites that we couldn't see during the day. One of them is called Derech Haavot. Basically it's the exact road that Avraham Avinu and our forefathers walked on to get from Chevron to Jerusalem, two of the holiest cities in the country. He even proved to tell us with the way the road is situated on the mountain, that it's the same path. It made so much sense and it was so cool how the history is in his backyard. All of this was no more than a five minute drive. After that he showed us a mikveh which was probably dated back about 2000 years. He was telling us about a Gemara and how some of the pesukim correspond specifically to the way it was built. He came to the conclusion that the The mikveh was based on the Gemara because it was constructed with the exact measurements and details as it said. It also made sense that it was situated on the Derech Haavot because people need to be pure to enter Jerusalem or Chevron. 
Israel is amazing. Not only is it our land, the land that was given to us, the land of we were chosen to live in, but all of our history has happened here. It's crazy how connected one can feel to a land. It really is home and It can be for so many different reasons but the history just brings it all together because that will never change.
Have a good week y'all 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

What is life

Hey. It's been a while. The past ten days of my life were days that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. 
I was on winter break here. Hanging with my friends on the beach felt so perfect. I needed to get out. We rode bikes around Tel Aviv and has lunch on the water. Ideal vacation day. 
On the way to go shopping around I get the worse phone call I have ever received. It's my mother, in her calm voice telling me that Grandma Millie's surgery was having complications. It wasn't going to end well and I was given the option to go home.
My head was spinning. I didn't know what to do with myself. It didn't feel real. I won't go too much into detail here but I'll just give the main story.
I arranged to get my passport out of the school safe, my taxi to the airport and a friend to help my pack.
ברוךה׳ I have such great friends here that not only did they come back to Jerusalem with me (during their vacation), but they went to the Kotel to pray for Grandma since I wouldn't have time if I wanted to make my flight. 
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Being home was weird. It wasn't really home. It felt like some sort of parallel universe. I can't even describe to you how bad the word funeral tasted coming out of my mouth.
I put on my black dress to go somewhere that seemed surreal. 
Grandma and I were really close. We always went out for lunch during my break in highschool, she would always give me the greatest advice whether it was about how to deal with people or how to make your kibbeh balls come out round. It's so sad to feel like someone who was always there for me, isn't anymore. It's just weird because I feel like she's still here. Being in her Brooklyn house all week made me feel like she was there. I dunno. It's all weird.
I saw visitors going through her memoir that I typed verbatim a few years ago. That was so rewarding to see. 
The whole week was weird. It was annoying to see everyone that I missed but to not be excited to see them since I was back for a sad occasion. 
Shabbat was really nice. A few families in the neighborhood cooked our meals. It was so thoughtful and our whole family was touched. We had lots of company over Shabbat and we shared stories while I went through like everyone photo album in my house. 
Shul was great. I got to see my crew and share a little bit about Shabbat in Israel with the youth minyan highschool kids. 
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What made both my week and my fathers week was our 7 mile run. Woohoo best bonding time

I left that night with chessed mission which was convienient.
 I was looking forward for going into second semester and pretending everything was back to normal. However, God sent me a hit from left field. When I got off the plane, my luggage just wasn't on the carousel. I didn't even know what to think so I filled out a claims form. Leaving the airport without a luggage was just so uncomforting. I was just scared it was lost because I idiotically packed my jewelry in there. Yeah. Don't do that. There were sentimental gifts from Grandma Millie in there. That was all I wanted. 
I couldn't eat or sleep until Sunday. I spent my nights on the phone with Grandpa Nat and ElAl until then. ברוךה׳ I have the best mom because she really went out of her way to trace that dumb luggage!!!!

I spent Shabbat with Chessed mission (where my sister was by the way) in the Inbal. Friday night was great. We went to the Kotel before dinner. It was suchhhh a social scene between the Old City and the hotel lobby. I needed this distraction because my mind was really occupied with the hell I was going through since my trip to Eretz America. 
Saturday was chill. I gave a Dvar Torah after lunch. I loooooved singing with Flatbush and Rabbi Besser
So excited to be an advisor בעזרת-ה׳ on Flatbush seminar. 

Saturday night I was actually in a choir competition. It's between all of the seminaries. It was cute. My school placed 3rd which is history making because it's the first time we've placed. (It's been going on for 13 years)

So Sunday morning I get the million dollar phone call. It's the David Citadel asking me why my luggage is there. "I LOVE YOU!!," I said to the man on the phone. I went to pick it up during lunch. Basically, since the whole SY community was onto flight for Bar Mitzvahs, one of the trips accidentally took my luggage with them to the hotel. I'm assuming it's because I had an orange luggage tag on my bag from Nathan's bar miz and I remember them having the same ones in the airport.  WELL YOU GUYS SHOULD HAVE CHECKED THE NAME. 
Really ברוךה׳ I had my phone # on the tag because that saved me. I don't know what took them so long to call but I'm so thankful that they did. 
So, when traveling here are some tips
Jewelry, laptops, RETAINERS (you know like for your teeth) and all other valuables go in your carry on
Also put your phone number on your bag
Use a really distinct tag on your bag. 

ברוךה׳ I got it back. First thing I did was lock away Grandmas jewelry. 
Such a messed up patch of days and to top it all off I moved dorms to a more spacious one down the hall. Yay. 

At the end of the day, I'm just sad that we lost Grandma so randomly but I know she would be proud of me for (at least trying on) continuing with my head up. 
Peace out.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Franzzzzz and stuff

This past week has been great with all of our friends visiting on birthright and college break. 
Got to see Saskia!!! Bumped into her at Vatikin (ותיקין) at the Kotel on Rosh Chodesh. 

That night a group of girls pulled an all-nighter with Rav Eitan in order to finish our goal of Bereshit for the semester. Since we learn it in so much depth, it takes a long time to go through it. We love to analyze - but just based on peshat. Anyways, I finally got to bed at 6 and woke up at 11:30. We basically had a Flatbush reunion at Machane Yehuda (the shuk)  
This weekend a lot of us got to be together in Jerusalem. We went to the Kotel on Friday night. The entire world was there! I totally passed out after dinner! I was running on no sleep between Vatikin and the all nighter 😔
Saturday Rebecca Bonnie and I decided to go to Henny Machlus for lunch. Basically this woman cooks enough food for 150 people for dinner, lunch, and seudah shelishit. Anyone and everyone is invited! We met a bunch of interesting people at the Kotel that ended up there for lunch. Her husband Rabbi Machlus has his own minyan. When it's over, he yells out "You are all invited to join me in my home for lunch". Afterword, we all make our way to the back of the Kotel area for Kiddush. He literally invited everyone off the street and we walked as a group to his home. We were a huge group of random people just walking through Jerusalem via the Damascus Gate. It was probably my first and last time going there hahah. Took a different way home , that's for sure. 
At lunch we spoke to a bunch of different, random and interesting people we met. A lot of people got up to speak which was cool too. (Shoutout to Rebecca and Bonnie) 
They were the most welcoming family ever. The entire meal I watched the sons slave away in the kitchen. They were like machines. They had an exact system of how they lay out the food and circulate it.  It was so crowded there that instead of getting up to wash, the washing bowls were brought to each table.
I've never seen hospitality like I saw that day. On our way out they told is to stay for Seudat Shlishit (we actually left though) Really such an experience. Id do it again in a heartbeat! 

Friday, January 3, 2014

Shabbat Tzfat




This past weekend was spent in Tzfat. Tzfat is a mystical city that I always associate with Kabbalah. 
When we arrived on Friday we went on a tour of the old city. We went to some nice views.

We got to visit the Safed Candle Factory where I bought a gorg havdalah candle for the fam. 

We saw some Shuls as well as a band play. 

Sick instruments. 

Borderline stalking. 

We were given free time to explore for a while before Shabbat. We actually met up with friends that were on birthright. Really crazy to see people. Like not even in Jerusalem but three hours away in Tzfat

When Shabbat started my friends and I decided to check out a few Shuls before we picked one. (Apparently that's a thing) so we stopped by the Rav Kairo Shul and a few others and we ended up in a Breslov Shul . The mechitzah was a one was mirror with lace over it. The men wore streimels and robes (black or gold) They held hands and danced as they welcomed in "Shabbos Kodesh". It was great! An experience I would never get the chance to have. Dinner that night was followed by an amazing speaker. A woman in Tzfat, originally a researcher in Alaska who gave birth to a Downs syndrome child, donated a kidney, and then adopted three more children with Downs. After many years, (and a long story) two of her adopted children got married. We even got to see the album. You can learn a lot about people. There are people in this world Whoes mission is just to give give give as much as they can
After that was a Tish, girls ate candy, sang, cried. 
Saturday was chill. I went to a Karlebach shul with my friends. That meant a lot of singing. So interesting. Lunch was followed by another speaker. We walked around a bit after the speaker (Lauren's husband Kevin) and then 5 minutes later it was time for seudah shelishit, another awesome speaker (Leora Bednarsh). We sang as Shabbat left and then was Havdalah. We ended up crashing a crazy party in a shul afterwords. A bunch of 20 year olds with a great Tzfat- rikuddim band. Only in Israel would they welcome us in and dance with us like that. I loved it. We went to the Kever of Shimon Bar Yochai after Shabbat before our 3 hour drive back.

As if I wasn't exhausted enough, we went out after because all of our friends from NY were In town. There were literally 30 Flatbush kids there. Went to sleep happy that night