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B'eretz Yisrael
May. 25th, 2004 03:09 pmBelieve it or not, but I actually made it to Israel, all by myself, and found a sheirut here and found the apartment and everything. Yedida, my roommate, is really nice.
So to get to the airport, my parents hired a driver service, which was really sketchy. I was the only one who didn't speak Spanish, and they made all these random stops.
At the airport, I ran into Andrew Manor and his [older I think] brother. They're going to be volunteering for Magen David Edom in Ashdod. I'm glad I ran into them, because it would have been very sad to have been all alone.
The stewardesses on the plane kept on talking to me in Hebrew. They said I looked Israeli.
I was in the very back of the plane, so the Black Hatters were davening ma'ariv [and shacharit, which I slept through] right next to me. I joined in from my seat with my mini art-scroll. I'm done counting the Omer!
I only got 2 hours of sleep, because I kept on waking up. Surprisingly, I'm not tired, though if I pull an all-nighter, it may kill me. I'll nap when Yedida gets back so I can tell her to wake me up.
When I got to the apartment, a hot guy in a knit drove by and asked if I needed help with my stuff, which I did, since we're on the top floor! [It's only like 5 flights though, so it's fine...without the suitcases.] That's what I love about Israel. Hot Modern Orthodox guys who are willing to lend a helping [perhaps shomer] hand. I never got the chance to ask him what his name was. Oh well.
Turns out Yedida knows Bonnie, and that Bonnie is still in Israel. I might call her now, though things are crazy in her apartment, so I could wait until after chag.
And I'm not yet sure if I'm celebrating 1 or 2 days of Chag. Avi and Rachel are staying at Dassi's house, and they're celebrating 2 days, so I could join them if I wanted to. If I could figure how to post to the newsgroup from this computer, I'd ask them. None of my "halachic advisors" are online. Them must still be asleep or something.
So to get to the airport, my parents hired a driver service, which was really sketchy. I was the only one who didn't speak Spanish, and they made all these random stops.
At the airport, I ran into Andrew Manor and his [older I think] brother. They're going to be volunteering for Magen David Edom in Ashdod. I'm glad I ran into them, because it would have been very sad to have been all alone.
The stewardesses on the plane kept on talking to me in Hebrew. They said I looked Israeli.
I was in the very back of the plane, so the Black Hatters were davening ma'ariv [and shacharit, which I slept through] right next to me. I joined in from my seat with my mini art-scroll. I'm done counting the Omer!
I only got 2 hours of sleep, because I kept on waking up. Surprisingly, I'm not tired, though if I pull an all-nighter, it may kill me. I'll nap when Yedida gets back so I can tell her to wake me up.
When I got to the apartment, a hot guy in a knit drove by and asked if I needed help with my stuff, which I did, since we're on the top floor! [It's only like 5 flights though, so it's fine...without the suitcases.] That's what I love about Israel. Hot Modern Orthodox guys who are willing to lend a helping [perhaps shomer] hand. I never got the chance to ask him what his name was. Oh well.
Turns out Yedida knows Bonnie, and that Bonnie is still in Israel. I might call her now, though things are crazy in her apartment, so I could wait until after chag.
And I'm not yet sure if I'm celebrating 1 or 2 days of Chag. Avi and Rachel are staying at Dassi's house, and they're celebrating 2 days, so I could join them if I wanted to. If I could figure how to post to the newsgroup from this computer, I'd ask them. None of my "halachic advisors" are online. Them must still be asleep or something.
