And so it was that with the clothing on our backs (in our backpacks) and the food in our shopping bags, we departed Jerusalem and headed to Tel Aviv for the holy Sabbath. And there was a beach. And the weather was beautiful. And it was awesome.
Orthodox services in Tel Aviv are a lot like Conservative services on Long Island: intriguing female garb, cell phones galore and less-than-polite guests for the aufruf.
Oh, and I happened to discover Haina Just-Michael, mother to the famed sister(s) of the same last name(s), wandering around the Kfar last night. Due to a series of what turned out to be intentionally staged misunderstandings, this was both hilarious and relieving.
(Rose had earlier received a sketchy call from someone claiming to be a Kfar security guard. The person on the phone inquired as to exactly where Rose lived in the Kfar because of "a package"---and she obviously told him. (Go Rose.) Consequently, we may have been under the impression that someone was going to attempt to break into our apartment. But it was Just, Haina. Pun very much intended.)
I realize the end of you blog post was cut off by a freak internet snafu. This is what is said, I am sure.
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