The crush of yesterday and today was to organize all that we need for our excellent adventure*. We have packed clothing, costumes, gifts, and assorted electronic equipment. I was told by one of my children that my all-purpose crocs sandals which I had planned on wearing the entire time were not suitable attire for a Los Angeles synagogue service. I would have a “Aaron, I don’t think we’re in Israel anymore*” experience or perhaps a Beverly Hillbillies* flashback. In any case, I reluctantly packed my only pair of closed shoes and I suppose we are about ready to go.
Not having been in the US for 6 years, I am guessing it will be like discovering a new place– since we’ll be coming home to a place we’ve never been before.*
So in preparation, we went out this evening to the local [kosher] Burger King to get one last long look at Israel as lived by the Israelis– for comparison’s sake. In fact, we think the calories probably won’t count since we were engaged in scientific research.
Here is what we found:
1. Lots of women 35+ who are unable to get shirts long enough to cover their waist.
2. One woman whose two year old spent time taking apart the wet floor barrier sign and opening the fire hose box when he wasn’t standing on the chair and reaching across the table.
3. A Russian woman who when she took her children to wash their hands, took about 2 yards of paper toweling for each child.
4. Four bouncy little girls ranging in age from about 5 to about 8.
5. Lots of noise.
Now at 2 a.m., we take our cab to the airport and travel via Zurich on to America… the adventure is just beginning.
* For some reason I am channeling American cultural icons from past generations