Monday, July 31, 2006

I Guess It's a Good Sign?

I was talking to my sister on the phone today and I really had to keep from interspersing my conversation with Hebrew words because she doesn't speak Hebrew. I'm so used to using Hebrew around the house with Jen and on campus that I'm now speaking Hebr-ish or Eng-rew (neither have quite the ring of "Spanglish," do they?)

I'm also unable to write in English anymore. If I am taking notes in class, I would write "kat" for "cat" because Hebrew is written exactly as it sounds and so when you hear a word, you can pretty much write it down.

So, I'm losing my ability to communicate in English orally and in written communication - I might have to start working on my English flash cards next!

This made me think of Hebrew class today - one of the students said she felt like she was in second grade, with sentences like "In the city, there are people who eat ice cream. The sun is nice and warm. There are people who wear sandals." We feel like idiots but at least we're starting to learn some useful vocabulary!

I Hate Nextel

Across the street from our current apartment live a whole bunch of young men who are going to some yeshiva together. It's like a big dorm of yeshiva boys. I will not miss them because they all use Nextel phones and use the direct connect walkie-talkie feature to talk to their friends all over the place. The Nextels are awful in walkie-talkie mode and their alert tone is a piercing chirp that is an almost constant feature in the neighborhood. I look forward to our new quiet street overlooking the valleys of Western Jerusalem and the beautiful Israel Museum.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Who Are The People in Your Neighborhood?

Here's the front yard of the next-door building. Stored there are an old scooter, a variety of indoor and outdoor chairs, a table, large tanks of some sort, and some paving stones arranged in some sort of geometric pattern. Click the photo to see everything in greater detail!

Campus Photos

Below are some photos of the CY campus and the view from campus of Jerusalem. The second and fourth photos are of the main Yeshiva building and on the second floor of that building is the location of our daily Hebrew class. The third photo is a second building - the basement of that building houses the sanctuary which doubles as our main classroom for afternoon classes.




Thursday, July 27, 2006

Hebrew Humor

Today I finally made a joke in Hebrew class that the teacher enjoyed! We were talking about different cities around the world and we started talking about London and what's in London. Well, being the funny guy I am, I said that London is home to Benyamin Gadol (literal Hebrew for Big Ben). The teacher laughed and said, "In Hebrew, we call it Big Ben." Maybe you had to be there?!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Mystery Solved!


Anxious about the mysteriously missing giraffe, I couldn't wait until Sunday. On Friday night, I found the student from our Hebrew class who held the answer to our mystery and I begged her to tell us where the giraffe lay hidden.

I told her about how we had spent days searching up and down the street for the missing giraffe. Plus, I told her how the Matt, Jean, and I had frantically searched around every bush and shrub in the little park, much to the amusement of the regular park goers.

Our friend laughed and then whispered me the giraffe's secret location. Aha! I had the answer! I wanted to rush right out and see the giraffe for myself at that very moment, but since I was in the middle of a sit-down dinner I was forced to wait.

My foot tapped on the ground. I made the table shake from my impatience, but there was no leaving early. And then, by the time I was able to go outside, it had already grown dark. There was no getting around it, I was going to have to wait until the following day.

The next morning, Matt and I finally found the giraffe! Although we thought we had searched the park thoroughly, we had neglected to look on top of the ice-cream kiosk.

When Matt saw it, he stated that of course he hadn't thought of looking there for the giraffe because he thought he was looking for a real giraffe. "Huh?!" I asked. "You thought there was a real wandering giraffe along this street?"

Was Matt just trying to seem cool and come up with an answer as to why he hadn't seen the huge giraffe during the four weeks we've been walking down this street or had he really been looking for a real giraffe?

Saturday, July 22, 2006

A Snippet

I'm very, very tired tonight after a very fun and busy Shabbat. I'd love to post a lot about our weekend but I'm pooped so I'll just copy and paste this snippet from an email I just wrote to my friend Marc, a sort of summary of my thoughts. I apologize, it's probably disjointed and rambling...

Things in Jerusalem are really, surprisingly quiet although the nightly fireworks (due to some sort of summer in the park fair or something) are pretty jarring every night for an instant when we hear them.

I find myself trying to judge what's going on in the world by the number of helicopters, fighter planes, and sirens that I hear in a given period. It doesn't seem to have any correlation to anything at all but it's how I spend my time when I'm at home.

It's nice to be living in a real city as it's something I've always wanted to do. I enjoy walking to everything and even enjoy walking home from the grocery store with food. Taking taxis for longer trips has become routine for us and as just a few dollars a trip, it's far more efficient than owning a car (especially since Jerusalem's traffic is horrific).

Sunday begins our second summer session of school and I don't feel like we've had enough of a transition. Well, three weeks from now we have three weeks off in August. Jen and I hope to see parts of the country (not the north, of course). However, apparently Eilat, the resort city in the south has raised its prices and is price gouging because many northerners have fled there. Our travels of any significant distance might just have to wait a few months, nonetheless.

I really don't have any second thoughts about coming back. I'm having a blast here.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Don't Ask Me How I'm Doing!

We live in a pretty Orthodox community. Our formerly American next-door neighbor is very friendly but when we ask her the typical American question, "How are you doing?," her answer is always just, "Baruch Hashem." This translates to "Blessed is G-d." Of course, this is a very religious way of responding but we keep forgetting not to ask her how she's doing because we'll always get that answer!

Thus, we never develop our neighborly relationship any further because she doesn’t tell us anything about what she's up to and we are actually curious. This happened two times today, once on our way to lunch with an old friend and once when we came back.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Nasty Bites

Last night we were out with friends and then walked home through a park. Later, Matt said he felt mosquitoes while in the park. I didn't notice something was wrong until the next morning.

While checking my email this morning, I realized that my legs were completely itchy. I randomly scratched them, not thinking much of it. But wowza! I was seriously bitten!

I assumed they were mosquito bites but they have gotten pretty big, red, and icky so I'm not so sure anymore. I'm trying not to scratch them and did I put some hot water on them. I am so lucky that Jean brought some anti-itch Cortizone (which I hadn't even thought to bring)! I've just put the salve on my five bites. The Cortizone is really taking the edge off both the itching and the pain.

Could this really have been done by ordinary mosquitoes? Another friend said he found a bug that same night on his arm and when he brushed it away there was blood. Ick!

Lessons learned: 1) There are some very nasty, sneaky bugs here; 2) don't keep scratching even if you think it's just a mosquito bite; 3) always pack some Cortizone; 4) wear bug repellent when out and about in the evening.

The Mysteriously Missing Giraffe

For Hebrew homework the other day, we were asked to make sentences with the verb "to love." In one of Jean's sentences, she stated that she loves giraffes. This started an interesting discussion and it came about that someone mentioned there is a giraffe along the main street on which Matt, Jean, and I all walk home.

A giraffe on our street? On the street that we walk on every single day to and from school? Why have we never seen this giraffe?

At first we thought it must be just one person's strange hallucination, but then another student in our class confirmed it. "That's crazy!" we all thought.

So yesterday we looked for it. We presumed it was around the little park that's along the road. The three of us went into the very busy, small park, split up and looked around bushes, behind a building, and across a fence. We even searched near the ice-cream kiosk. No giraffe.

"Maybe they're playing a joke on us?" one of us mentioned out loud.

In class, we asked again. Where is this mysteriously missing giraffe? Chuckling, a student said she'd show us after the pizza party. But Matt and I skipped out after the pizza party, so no giraffe hunting tour this afternoon.

Just to be sure we hadn't missed the obvious, Matt and I looked again on our way home. Still no giraffe.

I'm flummoxed how the three of us could miss a giraffe on the street! That's kind of something you'd think you'd notice. When Sunday classes start again, we'll insist on a giraffe hunting tour.

I'm starting to dream of giraffes...that can't be good.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Social Calendar

It's practically the end of the first summer session and many of our new friends are leaving soon so there are a plethora of things going on - our social calendar is overbooked!

Today we had a lunch with friends, tonight we're going over to a friend's house for a birthday party and meeting her Israeli family. Tomorrow we'll go to dinner with two friends from our Hebrew class who fly home to New Jersey and Germany (separately) on Thursday night, the last day of class.

I think we're free Thursday night but on Friday we have lunch out of town with coworkers who live here. On Friday night for Shabbat, we have the welcoming dinner for the second summer session students.

Saturday at lunch we're going over to the home of a couple who are hosting a few students. And, within the past few hours we were invited to a Saturday night dinner. Jen's taking a nap right now, all this socializing is exhausting; when will we do our Hebrew homework!?

With the conflict in the north and to the southwest, we've wanted to spend our every free minute online, reading the news and keeping up-to-date or blogging to let you all know that we're A-OK and things are still really calm in Jerusalem.

Jerusalem? Where's That?!

On our way back from the airport to Jerusalem, we grabbed a taxi at the airport to get us back to our apartment. The taxi driver was exceptionally friendly but within minutes of leaving the airport, we realized he wasn't familiar with Jerusalem, at all.

We tried to describe the location of our residence by using a variety of street directions and landmarks. We live near both the Israel Museum and the Knesset and the taxi driver had no idea how to get there. It's akin to getting a taxi at Los Angeles International Airport and having the driver not know how to get to Disneyland!

As we approached Jerusalem, our driver suggested that he just drop us off on the outskirts of town with our luggage and we could simply get another taxi. We told him no and we worked to try to direct him. Did I mention that he refused to look at our map? (Unfortunately, I expect he may have been illiterate.)

Since we had a map, we were able to successfully navigate the taxi to our street but the driver didn't trust us or our map at all. He continually stopped and asked directions over and over again from people (by shouting at them through the window) on the street, other taxi drivers, delivery truck drivers, and others.

Fortunately, the people being yelled at for directions always yelled beck that we were headed in the correct direction. Eventually, we arrived at our street and were home. Then, we rushed inside, got freshened up, and ran to our Hebrew class, which began a few minutes later.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Do You Have a Gun?

There are always two armed security guards at the front door of the Supersol grocery store right across the street from our school. They've gotten to know us and they quickly scan us with their handheld metal detector and let us in.

Now that Jerusalem is on the equivalent of Orange Alert, there's additional security at stores, restaurants, etc. Today, when we went to the store for our morning snack during our break in Hebrew class, the senior guard (OK, I call him the senior guard because he works the longest hours and he wears mirrored sunglasses so he just looks more involved to me) asked me something in Hebrew that I didn't understand. Thus, I told him in Hebrew that I didn't understand (a very useful expression, I might add) and so he asked me, "Do you have a gun?"

I replied, "No, lo (Hebrew for no), no gun!" and he nodded and let me pass. He didn't ask Jen or Jean if they had guns. Maybe he thinks I need one?

British Airways Flight 6555 to Damascus

It must've been a cruel joke by British Airways. How could someone in their right mind schedule a flight to Damascus, the capital of Syria, followed immediately by a flight to Tel Aviv both at Gate 22 in Terminal 4?!? (For clarification, Gate 22 is at the end of a long, long, long hallway and is practically disconnected from the rest of the terminal.)

Well, it happened last night at Heathrow Airport. When we arrived at Gate 22, we sat down 90 minutes before our flight and started to get concerned by the increasing number of Syrians arriving and staring (yes, really, really staring) at me in my kippah.

I had planned on doing my Hebrew homework while waiting at the gate but quickly decided against it. I was getting increasingly nervous as more and more Syrians showed up and the glares increased.

Then it happened! The flight was cancelled! I said to Jen, "Let's get out of here!" And so we rapidly walked back to the main terminal, hearing the shouts and seeing the tears of upset Syrians who would not be going home. I thought that BA might as well say, "We're not flying to Syria because of the Israelis and, especially, those Jews sitting right there!"

We made it safely to the main terminal and I was glad we'd made the decision to run.

Ultimately, the time grew nearer to our flight and more Israelis showed up so the demographic balance wasn't necessarily in our favor, but we weren't the lone outsiders. It was an awkward and strange situation, to say the least.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I'm So Hungry

Today is the Jewish fast day of the Seventeenth of Tammuz. It's a short fast, from sunrise to sunset, so not as bad as a Yom Kippur (25 hours) fast. Nonetheless, I am very, very hungry and am looking forward to one hour and six minutes from now, when Jen and I are going out to dinner with some friends from Hebrew class. What made the fast especially difficult is that in Hebrew class, a lot of our vocabulary is food-related and for several of the exercises today, we were talking about food. One hour and four minutes to go, but who's counting?

$1.90 for a Newspaper?!?

The Jerusalem Post is Israel's major daily English newspaper. It's a good paper with a great deal of local news but it is expensive! It costs 8.5 NIS (New Israeli Sheqel), which is around $1.88 to $1.93. After August 1 rolls around and we are in our new place, we'll have to see if we really want or need a newspaper; after all, most of the content of the Post is online.

Buying Shoes

O.K., so I should have done this before I left. I knew I needed some knew comfy sandals to wear in Israel because I only currently have closed-in shoes. But I had heard from a number of people that they have some super great sandals here and that I just must get those.

So, I've been looking in store window after store window and no one seemed to have any cute sandals. However, nearly every store carries the "crocs" - the huge, plastic shoes that have holes in them.

Then we went to the mall. There were tons of shoe stores and lots of cute sandals. But how do you buy shoes in Israel? What size should I try on?

I was a bit intimidated so I window shopped for a while. Then I came upon a store that had the shoe boxes under the shoes. It was a lot like a shoe store back home whose name I am drawing a blank at the moment.

This store had both men's and women's shoes and the shoes were all kinds of different brands. I found a couple cute sandals and wanted to try them on but they weren't right under the shoe. Desperate, I decided to try on a few other shoes that were there to narrow down my size. Apparently size 40 is equal to about a size 9 women's shoe.

I then asked a salesman for help and he had to climb up a ladder to grab a box from near the ceiling. When he came down, he handed me one shoe to try on, without a nylon sock.

I tried on the shoe, declared it good, and he said to follow him to the counter. I probably should have asked to try on the other shoe. However, I was both tired and overwhelmed so I bought them, knowing that at least one foot would be comfortable.

Luckily for me, when I got home, I liked the entire pair. The shoes I bought are Hush Puppies, ones that I probably could have easily gotten (for cheaper) in the States. I wonder what that good Israeli shoe brand was and where could I buy some?

Now that I know my shoe size, I might be more brazen and try a different shoe store.

How Many Payments?

Every time we go to a store and buy anything over 100 sheckels (about $22), the salesperson asks us how many payments we'd like. After asking about it, it turns out you can choose to pay the purchase in one to five payments. Do people really do that? Who chooses five payments for a $22 item?

Plus, they always seem surprised when we just say one payment. We're going to have to explore this a bit more.

Restaurant Pace: Let Me Go!

Once you're able to get yourself noticed and identify the appropriate seating official, one might make their way to a table at an Israeli restaurant. Initially, the service is incredibly fast and we've been so pleasantly surprised as to how quickly we receive our meals. Also, for the most part, the food has been wonderful and delicious and cheap, by U.S. standards.

However, when I'm done eating, I'm ready to go. This conflicts with the modus operandi of Israeli restaurateurs, who want their patrons to linger at the table long after the dinner is over. It takes a significant amount of effort to obtain a check and the waiter or waitress is usually quite surprised by the haste with which we are ready to go. It's very nice and kind that they're so obliging as to allowing patrons to stay but we're not lingering for long.

Monopoly

I can't wait to play Hebrew Monopoly (literally "Monopol"), which we found at Toys R Us when we went to the mall the other night. Each color group is a different Israeli city. The blue color group is Tel Aviv and Jerusalem is a lowly yellow. The cheapest color group is Eilat, which is strange because it's supposed to be a fantastic resort city that everyone goes to as often as possible!


Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Sick Quick

I think I started feeling poorly sometime Sunday morning. Thank goodness for NyQuil and that we went to Costco before we left America to but a large box. I took NyQuil on Sunday night and woke up at the latest possible time to get to Hebrew class at 9 a.m. I felt really bad in Hebrew on Monday but could not miss class because too much is covered in the three hours and I don't want to get behind. Half the class, it turned out, was also sick on Monday. However, by Tuesday morning, I was feeling pretty good. Maybe all this walking is making all my systems stronger because I was surprised as to how quickly I recovered from the runny nose, awful headache, and sore throat.

Last Shabbat

I saw some mention of "Shabbat is the day of rest" and broke out laughing because it most certainly is not. Last weekend we helped Jean prepare for a big Friday night dinner which included ten guests.

Although we played an extremely minimal role we were involved in shopping, picking up the catered Chinese food, and slicing fruit. In addition, we had to spend Friday cleaning up our place and getting ready for the next day. Friday night was a lot of fun; we walked to services at the nearby synagogue and then we all went over to Jean's for Chinese dinner. We were up pretty late and then had to wake up for 8:30 morning services.

Services ended at 11:30 and we were excited to be meeting our Southern California rabbi who was here with his family and a tour group from the synagogue. He and the group showed up at 11:30 and we joined them for an hour-long study session in the basement classroom of our yeshiva.

I did not feel like being in that room on Saturday - it's a cramped, tiny, overcrowded room with poor architecture (especially the pillars which hold up the rest of the building that ruin any line of sight across the room). I'm in that room Sunday through Thursday and to spend another hour there was just too much!

At 12:30 we all went to lunch and it was wonderful to sit with our rabbi and his family and have a nice meal together. We had a great conversation and got to share a bit about our experiences at the Conservative Yeshiva.

After lunch, we headed home and took a nap. We were scheduled to go to the home of fellow students on Saturday night but we just didn't have the energy. We're working on planning for a low-key Shabbat this weekend so we can rest a bit.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Movie Day

Jen and I decided to permanently play hooky from our Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday afternoon class in order to spend more time seeing the city and learning Hebrew. So, today, we figured we'd catch a movie (hey, we're tired and we need a break!) We asked our Hebrew teacher "Afo serit m-America?" (where can we find American movies?) She told us that they were "everywhere" and that we'd definitely find them at the Jerusalem Cinematheuqe.

Thus, we went home for lunch right after Hebrew class and, then, walked to the cinematheuqe. When we arrived, we discovered that the theater had two auditoriums and both were being utilized for the Jerusalem Film Festival, which lasts until the fifteenth.

Now, if there were showing cool Israeli films at the festival, we would've loved to seen a few but the films were simply independent films from around the world and we really didn't care to see films such as "The Kick," the uplifting subtitled German film about two brothers who beat a teenager to death. So, the cinematheuqe was not a success. So, instead, we bought a white board and marker to keep track of our to-do list! :)

Friday, July 07, 2006

Our Stinky Apartment





We recently saw the apartment that we’ll be living in for most of the year; fortunately, it’s a lot nicer than our temporary apartment and the view is amazing! We’re counting the days until August 1, moving day! We can't wait!

There are several great things about our current apartment. Firstly, we were in a mad rush to find a temporary place until August 1 at the last minute and this one came into the picture right before we left the country. The alternative, a month in a hotel, would have been less like "home" and far more expensive.

In addition, this apartment has a fantastic Internet connection, a U.S. phone number (an Internet-based phone), is very close to our school, very close to shopping, and extremely close to the Chinese restaurant!

However, let me count the ways that this place sucks…

It’s far too expensive for the quality, location, and size. I feel like we’ve been price gouged but again, it’s about half the price of a hotel and we needed it ASAP.

The door of the clothes drier does not remain closed; it flies open and often, clothes will fly right out of it during the dry cycle.

Both bathrooms stink, a lot. There must be a plumbing issue or dead things hidden where we cant see them but being in or near either bathroom is a horrific experience. I don’t know how we put up with it; we must be used to it. Ugh!

I don’t want to go into graphic detail but let’s just say that the water that sits in the toilet bowl is not deep enough to be an appropriate receptacle.

More than half the light sockets don’t work, including the one in the master bathroom; in fact, there’s an adapter between the bulb and the socket that enlarges the circumference of the screw base to fit into the socket. That can’t be too safe, can it?

There is exposed wiring that isn’t capped in various surprise locations throughout the apartment. I’d love for a U.S. code enforcement official to see our place!

The walls are painted all white and that paint needed to be repainted about five years ago. In numerous location, the white paint is painted over the 1960s-style wallpaper, which has a texture to it.

There are no garbage disposals in the two kitchen sinks so washing dishes (because there is no dishwasher) is a dirty task.

While there is a hand washing station just outside the guest bathroom, the guest bathroom itself does not have a sink and the hand washing station really isn’t a large enough basin to do anything but wash your hands. Guests would have great difficult brushing teeth, shaving, etc.

Both fixed shower heads in both showers do not work. There are, however, detachable shower heads but these can not attach to anything so one must hold the showerhead with one hand while washing with the other.

The shower curtain and shower doors are ineffective controls against the water of the showers. Anytime we shower, we create a small flood.

The washing machine is missing buttons and since the buttons are labeled on the button, we don’t quite know what buttons we’re missing.

There’s no mop. We’ve noticed an Israeli phenomenon that homes with tile floors seem to lack mops but they do have squeegees. Apparently, moving the dirt around is just good enough; there’s no need to eliminate the dirt.

Several rooms have cracked windows that have been taped to hold the glass in place. Very comforting!

Our generous landlord has left us two forks, two plates, and one pan with which to use for the more than a month we’re here. All other dishes, pots, utensils have been packed away. Apparently he doesn’t want us to have any guests!

There’s no toaster! Well, maybe there’s a toaster that’s packed away so we can’t use it?

We have to physically light the stove with a match after turning on the gas.

The beds are probably a decade past replacement time.

The couches are disturbingly disgusting but are covered by a two little less disgusting couch covers.

No sink at all has a drain that can be covered to prevent one of Jen’s contacts from ending up in the Dead Sea.

And last, but certainly not least, the mezuzot on the doorposts are held up with tape.

The Department Store

When I think of a department store, I think of the large stores in the U.S. that have tons of stuff. When you open a door to a department store in the U.S., the air conditioning hits you, creating a huge breeze of fresh air as you start on a shopping spree. Even if you only have a list of exactly what you need, one wanders over to the shoes, is tempted by a new gadget in the kitchen wares section, and drools over a beautiful piece of jewelry.

Thinking of all these wonderful things, Matt, Jean, and I decided it was high time to explore the local department store. We had heard rumors that one existed and after just a bit of badgering, we were able to get the cross-streets of its location.

With granny cart dragging behind us, we ventured forth. We actually found the department store surprisingly easily and entered after going through a metal detector and having our bags checked.

At first, we were impressed by the size of the store, only because we have gotten used to the itsy-bitsy stores that line most streets. We were excited because this store actually had an aisle and some sub-sections. But in truth, as a department store, it was very small, perhaps one-fourth the size of most department stores in the U.S. Although small, it did have four floors, with an escalator to take you up and only stairs to take you down.

We had made a list so we were shopping with a purpose. It was quite different than in the U.S. Let's just say we weren't tempted by any shoes or jewelry as we walked around. Most of the items in the store seemed more along the lines of Wal-Mart quality for clothes and jewelry. Only the house wares section had some nice things, such as plates and pots.

We started our search by looking at watches. Matt never wears a watch in the U.S. but for some reason he finds it imperative to have one here. But all the watches were overly-expensive and he didn't see any he really liked.

Oh yeah, this department store has a weird thing - if you buy one item, you get another one for free. I think this is their policy all the time rather than a particular sale, but I could be totally wrong about that.

We spent most of our time at the department store looking for sheets. When we move into our new place on August 1, we need to have some queen sheets. Oh I wish I had just brought some from the U.S.! There were only a few choices of sheets at this department store but we had trouble figuring out what size. Jean also needed to get sheets for her guest bed (twin), so we sent Matt around to ask how to determine the sizes.

It turns out that a twin bed is size 90x200 and a queen is 180x200. But then we couldn't figure out what was in each package. Was it just a flat sheet or did it also have a fitted sheet and pillow covers? Did it include a cover for a comforter? It was very confusing and we had to keep asking random people who walked by for help.

However, we think we finally figured it out and then went to pay. From the cashier's gesticulations, we found out that if we signed up for a card then we could continue to get discounts all year. Matt decided that we should sign up for the card, but the entire form was in Hebrew.

Luckily, the cashier called over a young man who knew a bit of English and he worked on translating each and every line. It was very cute because as he struggled with his English, we struggled with our very limited Hebrew.

We successfully got our buy 1, get 1 free and we signed up for the card. However, we decided that they probably thought something was really wrong with us, because Matt kept repeating over and over again, "Yofi!" (which means, "Super!"). We started to imagine what if someone didn't speak English in the U.S. came into a department store and repeatedly said, "Super!" (probably not even pronouncing it correctly), no matter what the question. We'd think he was crazy!

Crazy or not, we bought two sets of sheets, two table runners (one was only $8 and the other free!), four washcloths, two shirts for Matt, and four pairs of short socks for Matt. Success!

Our Little Schoolhouse

Here are some photos of the greater Yeshiva campus, which includes the Fuchberg Center for Conservative Judaism and the Beit Knesset Moreshet Yisrael (the last photo), where we go on Shabbat...



Thursday, July 06, 2006

When Everything Goes Wrong

Luckily, I'm not talking about Matt and me! A couple of days ago, we started realized that it had been several days since we had seen another year-long CY student. All three of us realized this over dinner one night and we vowed to go talk to the administration to see if they knew what had happened to him and if not, to find a way to see if he was okay.

The next morning, we ran into him before class. We told him that we had feared he had died and no one had known and that we were relieved to find him still among the living. His response was that he has been dealing with some major problems and hasn't been able to attend many classes. Yes, okay, I'm nosey, so I asked what kind of problems.

His story was horrible! It turns out that the airline lost his luggage (they think it might be in Saudi Arabia but they're not sure), his doesn't have any money because his ATM doesn't work (he banks at a very small bank in the U.S.), he has no place to live (he followed the suggestion of a few and thought he could wait to find a place once he got here), and he doesn't have a student visa.

Wow! I'd be completely stressed out with just one of these problems. We're doing our best to help him out, but so much of it is out of our hands. Hopefully the three of us can help him out at least a little. I just can't imagine being in a foreign country and having to deal with all that - what stress!!

So, for anyone coming to Israel in the near future, make sure you pack some clothes in your carry-on, check with your bank about the use of your ATM card in Israel before you come, find housing for yourself while you are still in the U.S., and try to get your student visa while still in the States because the bureaucracy is even crazier here.

His problems make my stinky apartment seem like paradise :)

We're Not Starving to Death

So, what do we eat? This past week, which has been our first at the Conservative Yeshiva, we've not yet starved. We've been able to steadily improve our knowledge of what's in the packages at the grocery store - our intensive Hebrew Ulpan has helped considerably to know words like bread, chocolate, fruit, turkey, etc. so we find ourselves almost fluent in the grocery store!

We've bought and have been eating a lot of great fruit from the store, sliced meat, breads, pita, hummus, etc. and have made ourselves lunches some days for school and on other days, we've gone out for lunch. Most evenings this week we did go out for lunch and our most popular lunch place has been Yo-Si Peking, the Chinese restaurant only minutes from our place (it's going to be awful when we move on August 1!) There are so many great restaurants near the CY and it's just so much fun to hang out there with our fellow students.

For breakfast, our apartment doesn't have a toaster and I love toast so I tried to cook toast in the oven but the results weren't adequate so I often don't have breakfast. I don't eat before the morning service so, for instance, today, I ran over to the store right after services and before class, and bought a chocolate roll and Coke - I'm always eating healthy! Jen's eating the American cereal Crunch Berries (because when we first went to the store, it was the first thing she could identify - that captain isn't hard to miss, even in Hebrew!)

We're going to the store tonight and we expect to have tremendous success since we've already learned an amazing amount of Hebrew in one week of class!

Monday, July 03, 2006

Eye Candy

We're only on day two and Matt's had various women stare at him for an hour, flirt with him, and put their hands on his knee. Apparently, Matt is the super model of the CY (aka "eye candy").

Jean and I started to notice that he was drawing attention. Although I think my hubby is handsome, he's never experienced such attention. Jean says it's "yeshiva goggles." That means that since there are only about a hundred people at the CY (and a lot more women at the yeshiva than men), the women start looking only within this small group to prowl upon.

Matt has been really enjoying the attention. However, I think the news that he's taken is slowly making the rounds and a new guy has become the eye candy.

The whole thing has been rather entertaining :)

Shlepping

We have to carry a lot of things to school and a fifteen minute walk carrying so much is becoming difficult and tiresome, especially if we're running because we're late for class.

We each have to carry four large hardbound textbooks along with our notebooks, supplies, lunches, tallitot, and my tefillin.

It's a real pain on the back, using our over the shoulder satchel bags. Thus, I think we'll go to the shuk later in the week and try to find a small rolling bag (because all we brought were huge rolling bags), along with some additional household items we need.

LOL

We were in class today, in small groups and talking about language and one of the participants at my table said, "We're abbreviating language out of existence." I replied, "LOL!" Unfortunately, she didn't hear me because it was just the funniest response ever!

HONK!

Oy! I am so tired of honking horns! I've never lived within a densely populated urban area so I'm sure the problem extends outside of Jerusalem but I am just sick of being a pedestrian and having to listen to horns nearly continuously. Drivers honk for seemingly no reason at all and it's incredibly nerve racking. I just wish they'd outlaw and heavily enforce no honking laws.

Fortunately, Shabbat was pretty quiet and I don't recall many horns but there were still far more drivers on the road than I'd expected.

Bargaining for Everything

In Israel, all prices can be negotiated. One of the first things we learned on the first day of school was to negotiate the price of your cab ride before even getting into the cab. Apparently, when all else fails, ask the driver to put the meter on. We've only been on two cab rides so far (we walk and walk and walk, a lot!) and the negotiated prices have been pretty cheap to us although the driver probably though he was making a killing.

Anyway, I accidentally negotiated a cheaper price for a printer. We didn't bring our printers with us because we didn't want the extra weight nor did we want to have any trouble with electricity or new printer cartridges.

Last week, we went to the beautiful campus of Hebrew University, which is very close to our flat, and visited the bookstore for our school supplies as well as for a new printer for Jen and I to share. While there, I discovered a cheap HP DeskJet printer (the HP DeskJet 3920), with a sticker price of 249 shekels (4.5 shekels to the dollar so $55!)

I asked a bookstore employee, who didn't speak much English, if the printer used 220 volts and he took my comment about 220 volts as an attempt to negotiate and so he sold me the printer (at the university bookstore, mind you) for 220 shekels ($49)!

I haven't installed the printer yet so hopefully it works! :)

Saturday, July 01, 2006

What Happened to Sunday?

The biggest shock facing me is the shift of the school week to Sunday through Thursday. Tomorrow, Sunday, is our first day of classes. I'm so used to preparing for Shabbat after work on Friday, having Shabbat on Saturday, and then Sunday as a day to do whatever errands or work was necessary to prepare for Monday.

However, now, we'll have to plan ahead a lot more to get everything done on Friday (and remember, the stores are packed on Friday with people getting ready for Shabbat!) to be ready for Sunday, because even after Shabbat ends on Saturday night, the stores remain closed. This means we had to be prepared with whatever we wanted for our school lunch on Sunday by Friday. It's going to take some change in our weekly philosophy and cycle to get used to weekends on Friday and Saturday.

As they must say in Israel, TGIT (Thank G-d It's Thursday)!

Where's the Fork?

At the dinner tonight at shul, I assume that more people showed up than were expected. Of the many tables that were available for us, all but four were set up with a tablecloth and silverware. Unfortunately for us, Matt, Jean, three other people we met, and I all sat at one of the extra tables with no silverware.

After asking the catering staff a number of times for some extra forks, one of the staff went to another table and brought back two sets of fork-and-knife combinations. Remember, there were six of us at the table and we now had two forks and two knives. Apparently, there were no others to be had (which we found utterly amusing).

So, our table decided to share. Matt and I shared a fork, which wasn't easy. Some people began eating with their hands. A bit later, we were given a couple more forks for our table, but still not enough for everyone. Matt was super generous and let me have the fork while he attempted to eat using two knives. It was really quite funny.

Where were the extra forks hiding?

I Want to Be Like Sam When I Grow Up

I find Sam an inspiration. I say I would like to be like Sam when I grow up, but Sam is nearly half my age. At age 17, he is amazing. He's visiting Jerusalem this week as part of a USY trip. He's from our Northern California synagogue back home and it was a pleasure to bump into him at the CY last night and today.

He, as amazing as he is, led the Mincha service this afternoon. (I don't even have the tune down yet for that service!) Perhaps my mantra for this year should be "Do as Sam does."

Lights Out

Shabbat was wonderful in Jerusalem today. We went to shul in the morning and then walked back to the apartment for our own small kiddush luncheon. At 6:30 p.m. we went back to shul because they had Mincha, dinner, Maariv, and then Havdalah. (Mincha and Maariv are the daily afternoon and evening services, respectively, and the Havdalah service ends Shabbat.)

What was funny though was that in the middle of Maariv, half of the lights in the sanctuary went out. Then all of them went out. There were about a hundred of us, all sitting in the dark. Apparently, the lights in the sanctuary had been set on a Shabbat timer that ended a bit too soon. Still sitting in the dark, someone started us in the "Shabbat Shalom" song. Since there are only two words in the entire song, it was easy for everyone to follow along without having to read their Siddur (prayer book).

We then went outside onto the patio where there were still a few lights on and finished the service. But, we wondered, what would have happened if the lights had gone off in the middle of the Amidah? (When reading the Amidah, you are supposed to be so focused that you wouldn't be distracted even if a 17-year old naked young women walked in front of you.)

We recently heard a story that at the Orthodox yeshiva here in Jerusalem a fire had broken out on the second floor of the yeshiva in the middle of the Amidah. All but one of the students stayed put to finish the Amidah before they rushed to put out the fire. The one guy that moved stills feel guilty for doing so.

What would I do? No question, I'd put out the fire and then restart the Amidah.