Sunday, December 30, 2012

A Carlebach Shabbat

On Thursday night I didn't finish class until 7:30 p.m. 11.5 hours of a school day is quite long!  But, as soon as I was done I had places to go and people to see so I was on my way very quickly.  Where was I going?  The famous Lea Geller got into town on Thursday evening, and we had made plans to rendezvous.  The plan was to take the 63 bus to Arlozorov and take the 10 from there.  But after waiting at Arlozorov for way too long I decided that I didn't want to be any more late than I already was.  I did nothing other than break cardinal rule #1 in the Israel life of Julia Owen.  I am almost embarrassed to share this with the public... What did I do?  I hailed a taxi.  The first guy was on the mental institution side of things in terms of the price, so I encouraged him to drive away very quickly.  But I was able to convince the second one to lower his initial price to something much more reasonable, and I got in.  

Even though it really did pain me to willfully take a taxi, something quite positive came out of it.  After a couple minutes of speaking with the driver he asked me where I was from.  When I said "America" he didn't believe me!!  Know what that means?  It means that my Hebrew was so good that he couldn't tell that I'm American.  A real miracle, people.  After a couple of minutes he dropped me off at the hotel, and I went upstairs and knocked on Lea's door.  SO great to see her!!! She even brought me letters from the Gindins, a bottle of mousse, and muffins from my aunt!!  Could not have been a better present.  What a wonderful thing it was to eat my aunt's muffins as I read the cards from my cousins!  I still have muffins left, and let me tell you people... They're my most prized possessions right now.  And, I have such a stock of mousse-- it's amazing! Anyways, it was so so great to be able to hang out with Lea for a while.  It's so happy to get a breath of Seattle over here.  On the way home I actually found out that there is a singular bus which takes me from her hotel to where I live, so that was kind of rude.  But it's all good.  As I was walking home from the bus stop this wave of complete and total exhaustion came over me, and I passed out soon after I got home.  

Friday morning I went on another adventure into Tel Aviv-- third time in one week-- to meet Orlie for one last hurrah before she left.  We spent a couple of hours together walking around, which was super fun.  At one point we were sitting on these benches which surround a fountain, and we noticed that a couple of guys were trying to make a circle around the fountain by holding hands.  After about two minutes one of the guys approached us asking if we'd help them make a circle, and we said yes.  The guys were from the army, so we figured that it was our responsibility, as supporters of Israel, to do what we could to help them.  The guys kept asking people to help make the circle, and every time a person would come one person would leave.  Which wasn't really helping... After like five minutes they gave up, but it was a hilarious while it lasted.  People were taking pictures of or staring at us the whole time because it looked funny.  And it was.  

I got back home in time to catch the bus for our optional Shabbaton.  Eleven girls and two madrichot.  We went to the Carlebach Moshav, which is basically a hippy community.  Rabbi Trugman, who runs a program for the kids here once every two weeks, invited us to stay at his house for the Shabbat.  What a beautiful view they have!  It overlooks a forest and Modi'in.  Before Shabbat we listened to him and this guitarist play music, which was a nice way to bring in the Sabbath.  We went to synagogue, which was quite lengthy because the Carlebach followers like to incorporate song and dance into most everything, and it was good.  After we had a nice dinner, and spent the night hanging out and talking.  A couple of us stayed up until about 3, which is so unusual for me and way past my bed time.  But it was fun, so it's all good.

Shabbat day a couple of us planned to wake up for synagogue, but unfortunately none of us did... We all woke up a little before 11 and had lunch.  After lunch, a couple of us walked around the moshav and went to their little farm and park.  Then we came back and hung around until seudah shelishit time.  When Shabbat was over we went to the guitarist's house to watch a "musical Havdalah."  It was just like it sounds... Havdalah + guitars.  After some time to pack up, we headed back home.  I spent my night watching tv shows, for the first time in about a month, and sleeping.  Hurray!

This morning I went to Ulpan, and received a lovely text message saying that Magen David Adom was cancelled for the day.  I went to the grocery store, stocked up on fruits and veggies among other things, and came home and cooked and cut vegetables.  I made myself a great salad with cabbage, tomato, avocado, peach, carrot, asian crunchy noodles from America (thanks, Mom!), and I dressed it with balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, pepper, and olive oil.  It was wonderful.


I plan to spend the rest of my afternoon and evening doing some studying for finals even though they seem far off from now.  I think it's just better to make it as easy as possible when it comes to the real finals days, because I will have sixteen finals in a much too short time span.  

I wish you all a Shavua Tov!



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A Quick Week

I cannot believe that tomorrow is already Thursday... Thinking about it, I definitely feel that often here.  Because my class schedule is so interestingly formatted, I think it makes the days feel like they pass much faster.  Only having a half day of classes on Tuesdays tends to make Wednesday feel like another Monday, which means that my body feels like my last day of school for the week is a Tuesday (Thursday).  In other words, I appreciate the layout of my school week.  Haha.

After my morning classes on Monday, I hitched a ride with one of my teachers to Jerusalem and spent the afternoon and evening there.  I hung out with Ilana a lot, and we even got to go to dinner together because Mondays are her night off.  We went to a place called Japanika, which is a nice little Sushi restaurant.  Obviously neither of us ordered sushi, but we got this chicken and noodle thing.  Good stuff.  I observed something there which was totally formative and monumental in my approach to salads and guacamole... The sushi man did the coolest thing with the avocado! Forget avocado fingers, people! He peeled it!!  And not only did he just peel it, but his peeling was an entirely effective way to de-skin it!  I was utterly amazed.

I came back from Yerushaliam on Tuesday evening, and I of course picked the absolute worst bus time back to where I live.  The bus, which usually takes about forty minutes, took an hour and a half.  That's right, more than double the time... What a pain.  That's why we all hate traffic.  But, I ended up just sleeping so the lengthiness was actually a positive thing.

Last night a couple of my friends and I spent about three hours studying for the debate/test that we were supposed to have in one of my Jewish History classes today.  We had a great time doing it, which was good because we found out today that the debate/test isn't for another two weeks.  Additional good that will come out of our study sesh is that it will be much easier to study when it's actually time to do so.  Hurray!  In related news, I really do love my two Jewish History classes on Wednesdays.  It's extremely out of character for me to enjoy any kind of a history class, but my teacher (for both of them) is really engaging and I enjoy observing his thought process.  He's the person who wrote a textbook... So, ya.  He's quite intelligent, and he has much knowledge to share with the world.

I forgot to mention that I had the pleasure of seeing my friend Orlie Golan earlier this week, as she is in Israel, and she so kindly brought me two whole bottles of mousse!  That's right... Two.  In other words, she's clearly a very good friend. Haha.  We had a great time hanging out though, and hopefully I'll be seeing her again before she leaves.

Tomorrow is Thursday, and it is my longest day of classes.  On days with Bio Lab, like tomorrow, I have class from 9:00 a.m. (8:00 including Tefilah) until 7:45 p.m. with thirty-minute breaks in between each of the six classes.  Fun, I know!  It really is a good schedule.  I enjoy the business, and all of the learning.  So by no means am I complaining.

I will be spending Shabbat, along with about ten other girls from my program, on the Carlebach Moshav, which should be quite an experience.  If you don't know what Carlebach is, google it and you'll see what I'm talking about.  Word on the street is that it's basically a hippy Moshav, so I will be sure to report back adequately.

Aside from that I don't have much to share, other than that it is late and that I should already be asleep.  The problem is that I am finishing up an assignment and I am having quite a difficult time locating an article on a certain chapter in Tanach.  So, if any of you happen to have an article on Hosheia Perek 8 you can feel free to let me know immediately.

In case I don't get the chance to write before Shabbat, I will say Shabbat Shalom!  But I will hopefully make that happen.

Friday, December 21, 2012

An early morning in the Old City

Being that this week was our first week back into school after Chanukah break, nothing too exciting happened.  There was something oddly enjoyable about getting back into the school routine, though, so I'm a happy camper.  

On Monday night, because of my minimal classes on Tuesday, I decided that I would spend the night in the Old City with Sarah Varon.  I got to bed on the early side of things because I knew I'd be waking up early on Tuesday morning.  I planned to get up early because I wanted to speak to my Vava (great-grandmother on my Dad's side) about some Seattle Sephardic history.  I was given an assignment to write a Historical Fiction essay, and I realized that it would be really cool if I could write it with facts based on my family history.  And in order to have enough facts, I planned to discuss it with Vava.  We spoke on the phone for about two hours, which was awesome.  At some point, hopefully soon, I'm going to write up the things we discussed, and if I do that I will make it available to anyone who is interested.  But anyways, it was awesome to learn about life in Turkey, the journey to Seattle, and life in the early stages of the Seattle Sephardic Community.  

In order to speak with her at a good time, I woke up at 4:15ish in the morning.  But, I had another reason for waking up so early... In the Old City there is a famous jewelry store called Hadaya.  They make beautifully engraved silver or gold bracelets, necklaces, and rings.  They open each morning at 5:30 am, and they have a deal for anyone who is the first person in line in the morning.  I decided that because I slept literally around the corner, I might as well take advantage of my opportunity to get the deal.  What's the deal? 50% off of one piece of jewelry.  Luckily for me, I got there at about 4:40 and I was the first one there!  I took a seat on the ground outside of the store, and spoke to my Vava there as I waited for Hadaya to open.  

When the store opened and I went in, I told the girl what I wanted and was waiting for her to write up a receipt.  But, I heard the engraver man saying to her that he needed help replacing the 5 gallon water jug since he has a bad back.  And because she is pregnant, she obviously couldn't help him.  Since I totally have no problem picking one of those up, I offered to help.  He showed me where to get the water bottle, so I replaced the old one.  He was so thankful that I replaced the water that he offered me a free engraved Jerusalem skyline.  Then, he said, I'll make your bracelet first this morning so it will be done in twenty minutes!  What a deal!!  1/2 off, free skyline, and done in twenty minutes... Plus I got to learn about Seattle Sephardim while I was waiting for this to happen.  How much better can you get?

Afterwards I realized that sunrise was going to happen soon.  And, I realized that the sunrise would definitely be visible from all of the spots which lookout over the Kotel.  So I booked it towards the Kotel, and this is what I found:






Beautiful!!!!!

What else can I say about this week... 
Last night I decided to try a banana, after having not liked them for about 14 years, and for some reason I actually liked it.  I must say that my mouth was quite confused at the texture/banananess, but over all I enjoyed it.  And I even had another one today.  Crazy! 

I will be spending my Shabbat on campus.  I have spent many of my recent Shabbatot out, and I was looking for some serious reposaring- as we say in Ladino.  I'm having dinner at my Av and Eim Bayit's house tonight, and for lunch tomorrow I threw a whole bunch of things in my crock pot.  I'm definitely hoping that it turns out good, but ya never know.  We'll see.  

Shout-out to my Dad, whose birthday it is today-- muchos y buenos!! 


Shabbat Shalom, everyone.  

Saturday, December 15, 2012

What A Week-- Negev Trip!!!


I brought my computer with me on our Negev trip partly so that I would be able to blog day by day, but unfortunately there has yet to be enough wifi for such a thing.  I have a lot to share, though, so this might be a rather large post.  But, we’ll find out.

I’m going to start by talking about last Shabbat.  On Friday, on the way to Yerushaliam, we stopped at a place called Neot Kedumim- a Biblical nature reserve. A Biblical nature reserve is a place where every tree was mentioned in the Torah.  It was established in the late 1960’s, and it’s truly a beautiful place.  To do the activities that were planned for us, we all split up into three groups.  My group started by walking up a path through various trees and shrubbery, and when we got to the top our tour guide man was standing there.  Looking out, we could see Modi’in, as well as stunning greenery.  He told us about how the famous battle of Chanukah between the Chashmonaem (Maccabees) and the Mityavnim (assimilated Jews) actually took place where we were standing. After his historical introduction we walked about ten feet to this big rock.  He told us to find strong rocks which we could hold in our hands, and he busted out some olives.  He put them on top of the big rock and showed us how to crush them with the smaller rocks.  Then, for the people who were interested in coloring their hands a shade of deep brown, he offered to teach us how to get the juice from the olives which could turn into oil after a process of distillation.  I didn’t participate in the juicing activity, because I instead picked olives with my friend Tal.  Afterwards, we all walked down a path so that we could watch a donkey pull a huge wheel which crushed olives.  This was to demonstrate the method of olive-pressing from back in the day, but also to show the amount of force which is needed to effectively press olives.  Then we walked further down the path and went inside of a tent.  We were each given clay, and most people molded it into a little jug/bowl for oil to sit in and burn.  When we all finished with that, we walked back to our bus which took us to the front part of Neot Kedumim and we went inside of a pen to heard sheep.  That’s right- shepherding!

After Neot Kedumim, we loaded the buses and made our way towards the Old City!  I was unfortunately super nauseated on the bus, so I tried my best to sleep.  We went a Shabbaton to the Sephardic Heritage Center in the Old City of Yerushalaim.  I had been there before on my 8th grade trip, but they actually made quite a few remodels since then.  Coincidentally, I actually slept in the room across from the room I slept in in 8th grade! It was such a great way to spend Shabbat.  Everyone spent the little time we had before Shabbat getting ready, and we had candle-lighting on the bottom floor.  After, we said Mincha together and had a wonderful welcome to Shabbat by the girls’ Av Bayit- Moshe Mernick.  Then, we all walked together to the Kotel.  All of the girls had a big Kabbalat Shabbat (prayer for Friday night) together, where we sang and danced all together.  It was a little cold, but we had a lot of fun together.  And, I saw Sarah Varon there on her way to dinner.  When we all finished praying we met up with the guys in the plaza, and walked together back to the Sephardic Center.  We had a really good dinner together, with, Thank G-d, lots of Sephardic foods.  The soup we had was nice and spicy, and one of our Rabbis was walking around saying that, “the true test of Sephardihood was within the soup.”  I loved it! I don’t always like spicy things necessarily, but there’s a certain type of heat that my mouth loves and that soup had it.  After dinner we had a shiur (class) from Rabbi Mottyberger of Aish Ha’Torah.  He’s apparently a super world-renowned, sought-after speaker, and we were lucky enough to hear him speak.  I appreciated what he had to say, so I stuck around to listen to other people’s questions afterwards.  Since I hung out there for a long time I missed our program’s Oneg, but it was totally fine because I enjoyed listening to him.  Afterwards, at (I think, but am really not sure) about 11:00, a bunch of people headed down to the Kotel.  Some people said tehillim, some people learned, some sang, and some prayed… It was cool to be there with such few people and total quiet.  It was really cold, and after sitting there for a while I had to get up and do some toe-raises to warm up.  We hung out there for a while, and when I got back I went to sleep.

I woke up on Shabbat morning and went to the Kotel for Shacharit and Musaf.  There I saw my friends Sydney and Jesse, which was super nice!  After tefilah, I headed back up the Sephardic Center and we had Kiddush.  Then we had a program with the prize of free Burgers Bar (a really good but relatively expensive restaurant chain here) for the winning team, and I am pleased to announce that my Ashrei team kicked butt and we will be eating Burgers Bar with Rabbi Bryks at some point! Then we had a really great lunch all together.  Afterwards I went to a class from one of my madrichot, and then spent the remainder of the afternoon, until Mincha, with Sarah Varon and Adina Polack.  Mincha, Seudah, and Arvit were all good, then we had havdalah together.  We had a lot of dancing and singing, which was fun, and then lit a menorah together and had more singing and dancing- this time more geared towards Chanukah.  We headed home, and I slept through the bus ride which was perfect, and when we got home we actually lit chanukiahs.  I got to sleep relatively early because I knew that we had an early day on Sunday. 



Sunday, we were up and out by 8:00!  Prepared for a hike, I geared up like a true Owen reppin’ REI hiking boots/socks, a backpack, and a lightweight jacket. 



We drove for a couple hours to a place called Ein Ovdat, and we did an easy, hour-long hike.  It was totally beautiful though, because we started in what seemed like total desert and continued into this canyon thing with a small stream in it.  We rounded a corner and the dry land turned into beautiful yellow-leaved trees with wet ground.  It was really interesting to see how it changed so quickly because of the higher concentration of water.






When everyone was done with the hike we loaded up our buses and rolled out towards the middle of nowhere.  Why would we want to drive towards the middle of nowhere?  Bedouin tents.  When we got there, we all rode camels.  It was definitely much different than the donkeys we rode in eighth grade, but it was undeniably uncomfortable so I didn’t love it.  Good times, though.  I was in the first group of camel-riders, so once we were done we went into the Bedouin tent complex and put our stuff down in the sleeping tents.  I decided to explore a little bit, and found the bathrooms and whatnot.  For any of you who have not been to a Bedouin tent, I’m going to try to explain what it’s like because it’s exactly the opposite- in a good way- of anything I ever imagined it to be.  Here’s the picture:

Imagine being in what seems like the very middle of the desert.  You look to your left, you see sand and mountains; you look to your right, you see sand and valleys; you turn around, you see sand and rolling mountains; and when you look straight ahead, you see basically a brown, tall, modified tent-city with a fifteen-foot opening to the compound in front of you.  You walk towards and through the opening, and you see a big open space in a sort-of circle with many tent openings around it.  (By tent I don’t mean the kind of tent that is pitched at a campground, but rather the kind of tent that has one full side of burlap’ish material which folds up.)   You walk straight through the open circle area, and directly ahead there is a wall with a fire pit area about ten feet in front of it.  As you get closer, you realize that on the other side of the wall there were many camels and other animals.  Your directions were to turn right at the fire pit, so you do, and there you see a super long and deep, and about ten-foot tall, tent with tens of mattresses on the floor.  It is surprisingly nice. You decide that after you put your stuff down on a mattress you want to go explore a little bit.  Next to the big circle area, on your left after walking out of the tent, there is a huge teepee, with a fire about five feet into it, and a couple of Bedouins hanging out inside.  After the teepee there is a building with bathrooms, and when you turn left from that building you again see the big open circle space.  But, before it, you see a lovely shack with two boiling urns and a variety of fruit next to it.

That’s my attempt at giving an understanding for the Bedouin tent area.  When I saw the shack with hot drinks and fruit, I went over immediately to see if there was tea- because Bedouin tea is quite talked about, and, being a new tea-drinker, I wanted to try it.  As I walked over there, I saw my friend Jason, who helped me get into tea, standing next to the urns.  He said that one was coffee and one was tea, so we both took a cup of steaming hot tea and enjoyed it.  Then, everyone was told to go to the teepee for a welcome to the Bedouin tents.  A sweet-looking Bedouin man brought us in, and we all sat on the floor in a semi-circle around the fire.  One of my friends, Dorin, translated for him as he spoke to us about information on and the history of Bedouins.  He told us that if a Bedouin comes to your tent, and you don’t want him there, you should fill up his cup of coffee to the top- as opposed to about 80% full.  That made me wish that we could implement that into American society.  Can you imagine if every time you didn’t like or want to talk to someone you could fill up his or her coffee cup to the top and the person would just get up and leave?
We had a nice introduction, some free time, then met together outside the eating tent to say Arvit.  Afterwards we lit Chanukah candles then ate dinner.  Dinner was awesome!  I sat with a beautiful group of fellow Sephardim, for the most part, and we enjoyed the incredible spread together.  We started with random salatim and pitas, and were quickly brought a humungous lafa platter with mountains of rice, lentils, corn, stuffed peppers, and more on top of it.  Rabbi Menaged, our resident Sephardic Rabbi, made it quite clear that the only proper way to eat from it was to rip the lafa then scoop up food inside of it.  I must say that every part of the lafa platter was absolutely delicious, but I most enjoyed the stuffed peppers.  The next course was chicken on skewers and- wait for it- cinnamon stick kabobs.  Let me explain what that means. . . Take a cinnamon stick, clump ground beef around it, spice it, and cook it.  I think it was one of the most innovative methods of flavor-infusing that I have ever seen, and boy-oh-boy was it delicioso! I highly recommend it to anyone who is looking for a fun and unique new recipe, because it both looks good and tastes good.  Dessert was a plate of various baklava, cups of jello, and little satsumas.  After dinner we had free time for a while, then a fire pit.  We had marshmallows to roast, and skewers to do so with, and Rav Ari busted his guitar out.  We all ended up standing around the fire pit in circles and singing and dancing around, and we had such a fun time doing it.  It was really incredible to look up and see the vast sky perched above us.  After the fire pit, I went on a star-gazing adventure with the coolest woman ever named Mrs. Seigal and a bunch of my other friends.  We exited the Bedouin compound from the opposite side that we came in on, and decided to just walk until the light was no longer clouding our vision of the sky.  For the record, I was wearing flip flops because I only had those or hiking boots and didn’t feel like lacing up the boots.  It turned out to be a mistake, because I got a huge cut underneath one of my toenails which bled a lot and caused me far too much pain during the hikes thereafter.  Anyways, though, I so beyond enjoyed the star-gazing, because although we have some serious star action in and around Seattle it is far less amazing than the desert starry night.  We found a random spot, and most of us laid down on the ground to enjoy.  Seeing such a completely full sky of stars makes it really easy to get “lost” in the sky.  I saw a shooting star, which was great.  We spent a solid thirty or forty minutes out there, and when we came back I tended to my wounded toe. 

When I had finally cleaned it up, with help from one of my madrichim Samuel of Australia, I sat at the camp fire to listen to the end of a shiur that Rav Ari was giving.  When he finished I decided to eradicate the very strong smoke smell from my hair and body, and took a shower.  Thank G-d for the Bedouins and their hottest shower water I’ve experienced in forever!  What a great feeling cleanliness is.  I went to bed pretty soon after my shower, because wake-up was 4:20 A.M. for a sunrise hike up Masada.  When I got into our tent it was steaming hot, and I really didn’t need anything other than pajamas to sleep with.  However, not to my prior knowledge, the plan was to turn the heat off in the middle of the night.  Why? No one knows.  So, when I woke up about an hour and a half later shivering violently I was, to say the least, surprised.  I did my best to warm up by scrunching up into a ball, but it didn’t really work so well and I woke up again about twenty minutes later.  I put on a jacket and went back to sleep, but of course woke up again.  Then I decided to get into the sleeping bag that the Bedouins provided me with, which could be considered yucky but is also considered warm.  And since I was experiencing the coldest body temperature of my entire life, it was worth it to me to put the yuckyness on hold.  I still woke up again, but this time at 3:01 A.M, and when I saw that I got legitimately angry at the fact that the alarm wouldn’t go off for another hour and twenty minutes.  I was so cold that I tried to do jumping jacks inside of my sleeping bag, but it didn’t really work.  Somehow I managed to close my eyes and survive the duration of the allotted sleeping time, and when I heard the alarm go off I was the most excited I’ve ever been to wake up.  Just saying, my modeh ani was ridiculously energetic for a prayer that occurs upon getting up in the morning. 

I want to pause and throw out a shout-out to my first cousin Aiden Gindin, whose Bar Mitzvah it was this past weekend! I wanted and tried to Skype in to the party, but the Bedouins don’t exactly have such an appreciation for wifi or cell phone service.  It was super lame that I had to miss out on that opportunity, but I heard that he read Torah and spoke amazingly and that the party was awesome! So, although I am really sad that I missed out- both physically and technologically- I am really happy that all went well, and SO proud of him!

And here we have the second day of our Negev trip.  When I stood up to go brush my teeth and whatnot in the bathroom, I did about twenty jumping jacks which didn’t even warm me up.  Walking to a bathroom in complete darkness, if I may say so myself, makes a person feel like it is night time even if it isn’t because it’s only a little bit past 4:00 A.M.  Just a thought.  After I got dressed, continued to feel like a popsicle, and grabbed my stuff, I headed out of our tent with my stuff and was treated to a wonderfully hot cup of tea as well as a couple of crackers for the road.  I loaded my stuff on the bus, took a seat, and tried my best to mentally heat my body up.  It was weirdly successful, and by the time we got to Masada I was semi-content.  Despite it being a little bit after 5:30, and still freezing cold, I rolled out for the hike with shorts and a light jacket.  We went up the Roman path, which is basically a walk in the park, and I made it to the top with maybe a drop of sweat on my forehead, and in what felt like fifteen minutes.  The sun was nowhere near rising, and we all headed to the southwest side of Masada to a little deck area where we would be saying Shacharit. 

We spent a couple of minutes marveling at the view and getting ready for Shacharit, and then we started.  It was a truly incredible experience to pray Shacharit at the top of Masada, looking over the Dead Sea, as the sun gradually appeared on the horizon.  It was timed precisely so that the sun rose during the Amidah, which could not have been cooler. 



After Shacharit, we split up into two groups and got little tours of Masada.  It was truly lame that we couldn’t have spent more time up there, because it has an awesome history and we were already there.  We saw the synagogue, which was cool, as well as another room and some awesome views.  I hiked down the snake path with two of my friends, Noam and Jason, and when we all got down we ate breakfast at this place at the bottom of the mountain.  Most of it looked like really good food, but I could barely eat because of my non-dairy diet.  It was a nice breakfast, though.  On the way out, we grabbed pre-made schnitzel (yay, meat!!!) sandwiches for lunch for the day.  From there, we split up into two groups.  One would have an afternoon centered around the Dead Sea, and the second (better) group would go on an awesome, three-hour hike above the Ein Gedi springs.  Obviously I, and every other cool person on the program, picked the hike, because who wouldn’t! Just kidding, there were plenty of people who picked more time at the Dead Sea. 

When we got to the starting point for the hike, we were at a beautiful lookout point over the Dead Sea.  Little did we know that the view would only get bigger and better, because we were going to climb upwards.  The first thirty’ish minutes of the hike was all total up, and it was awesome.  I loved feeling like we were literally climbing a mountain-side, because we were, and being able to notice the progress by the quality of the view.  At what we thought was the highest point of the hike, we had to climb up about ten feet of rock to really get to the highest point.  It was a scary kind of awesome to know that with one wrong step I would be falling off of the mountain.  Thank G-d, no such wrong step was made and all went according to plan.  At the front of our group of hikers, we had about five people consistently—The Wolf Pack. 




We hiked up, down, and around for about three hours until we got to the Ein Gedi springs.  What a perfect feeling it was to cool down by sticking my head and body underneath a waterfall. .. Just saying, it was awesome. 

When everyone finished the hike, we loaded our bus and drove for about half an hour to the Dead Sea.  We spent about forty minutes there, but since I was freezing cold from going in the waterfall I didn’t go in the Dead Sea.  In addition to my low body temperature, because of the cut on my toe from the night before I was quite fearful of the screaming pain I would have been in if I went into the very salty water that is the Dead Sea.  So, instead, I watched some of my friends go in, and hung out with the other cold/cut up girls.  Afterwards we met the other bus at this pier place, said Mincha, and we were on our marry way to our destination for the night.

We got to the place we were staying at in Yerucham (a.k.a. the actual middle of nowhere) and jumped on the shower opportunities that were awaiting us.  Great feeling to be clean after that day.  We all lit Chanukah candles together in the lobby, and had dinner afterwards.  Because of the super busy day of hiking that about half of us did, we consumed a lot of food.  For real though, I kept comments from people at my table about how they could eat all night long.  I love when I feel like the eating I’m doing is completely to fuel my body from the energy that I expended… Definitely had that.  At 9:00 we had a Texas Hold ‘em poker tournament, which I for some reason decided to take part in, and we had a really good time.  There were about five or six tables, of seven players, and the top two from each table would go to the Final Table.  A friend of mine, Maya, and I somehow both won our table (whattup!), but we also both decided that bed was much more important than the Final Table.  Hahaha.  So, no one from our table went to the Final Table, which obviously made it much easier for my friend Jason to end up winning the whole thing—including a free steak dinner. 
The next day we planned to leave at 7:30ish, so we had an okay breakfast at 7.  We loaded up the buses, drove for less than half an hour through desert, desert, and more desert, and stopped in what seemed like a different middle of the desert than the Bedouin tents.  After about a minute of exploration when we got off the bus, I realized that there was in fact a trail-head. 



I’ve never done a hike that was anything similar to this one.  It really felt like we were just wandering through the desert.  In fact, if we didn’t have two tour guides and trail-markers, I would call what we were doing wandering.  It was so cool, though, to look around, in each direction, and see nothing but dirt mountains and valleys.  One of the tour guides, Yossi, showed us this awesome plant!  If you take a branch or two, hold it, and rub it between your hands until it cracks open, it completely purifies your hands! It’s like nature’s Purell.



And, he said, when combined with a different plant, which we did not come across, it turns into Shampoo!
About half way into the hike we went through a waterless river-bed, and we were going further and further down.  Obviously this meant that we would eventually have to climb way, way up, but we didn’t really know when or how.  All of the sudden, the trail-marker pointed 90 degrees upwards.  You’d think the rock with the trail-marker had just been knocked over, or something, but really that is exactly what it was supposed to look like!  We climbed up the side of a mountain, literally, for five to ten minutes.  Since I was basically in the front of the group, I got such a cool picture of everyone else hiking up the mountain way below us:



We hung out at the top for a couple of minutes to take a break, then began our decent.  It took about fifteen minutes for us to get down, and the first bus-full of people to finish loaded up and headed over to gas station that was not even 1/4th of a mile away from the trail-end.  After we had all been there and had a sufficient amount of time to go to the bathroom or buy snacks, we got back on the bus and drove for about thirty seconds.  There, we split into two groups.  One to go Jeeping first, the second to go repelling first.  My group went repelling first



It was fun, in principle, but since we were all exhausted from the hike and it wasn’t the most exciting repelling wall, there wasn’t so much energy going on.  It was a good experience, and I’m glad I went.  Then we switched and went jeeping… Not sure I feel the same way about jeeping.  When we went with the Early Start group it was an awesome experience, but this time it was like a drive with some bumps sometimes.  Honestly, I slept for the entire first half of the ride.  I felt badly because the driver asked what was wrong with me—I think I offended him and his lack of jeep-driving skills.  It was a nice and necessary nap nonetheless. 

When we all finished both activities, we got on the buses and headed back to Yerucham.  I thought I appreciated the shower the night before, but I loved it so much more after the hike that was actually through the dirt of the desert.  I guess I could just be thankful for all of my showers all the time, but whatever.  We had a charity auction for the night program, which was surprisingly awesome and successful.  People auctioned off different talents or classes or services, and people in the crowd bid on them.  Originally, I thought that the bidding would go up to maybe twenty shekel a piece.  People ended up bidding hundreds of shekel for most of the items, which was really cool.  We raised a lot of money, had a great time, and people got some good stuff out of it.  Great program! I hung out with Noam and Jason for a while after and had some tea, then it was bed time. 

In the morning, we loaded up the buses after breakfast, and most people went right to sleep.  The destination for the day was Eilat, which was a couple hour drive away from Yerucham.  Instead of sleeping, I talked on the phone for a while then talked with people around me.  I think I fell asleep for about twenty minutes.  When we got to the most beautiful city of Eilat, we had about two hours of free time on the Boardwalk.  I spent it with Adina (Polack).  First, we walked around for a little bit, then parked it on some rocks on the beach and just soaked up the sun as we talked.  Good stuff, if I may say so myself. 



We all met up a little before 1:00 to go on a glass-bottom cruise.  Obviously that sounds cool, but you don’t understand how cool until you’ve been on it.  First of all, the lunch they served us was delicious.  Secondly, the view was stunning because the water is so clear and blue from the top of the boat—yum.  Thirdly, when we got to the mid-way point in the boat ride and we slowed down and were welcomed to the bottom of the boat, the glass-bottom view was unreal!  It’s crazy how crystal clear the water is.  I really felt like I was swimming with the beautiful fishies that were around us.  The expansiveness and depth to the ocean made me want to go snorkeling or scuba diving so badly! We saw all different sizes of fish, eels, the reefs, and much more.  I totally loved it.



After the glass-bottom boat ride, the bus headed back home.  After four or five hours we made it back, and I hung out for a little bit and lit candles before going to bed.  I rested, did laundry, and did some work on Thursday then hung out with Ilana Greenberg and Sarah Varon for the night. 

The three of us went to a beautiful Yishuv (specific kind of community) called Kochav Ha’shachar for Shabbat.  How did we get there?  Ilana and Sarah met this really nice family in a schwarma restaurant a couple weeks ago, and after talking for a while the family invited them for a Shabbat.  Obviously they took them up on their offer, and I tagged along.  What a beautiful place to live.  Overlooking Jordan and the Jordan valley, they have about 350 families who live together on this hilltop.  The scenery is obviously stunning, and the whole community was soooo nice and peaceful.  What a great way to spend Shabbat!

Tomorrow I have Ulpan and Magen David Adom on the schedule… I’m going to find out how I did on my test- crazy!

Shavua Tov to all!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Happy Tuesday!

I have good news, everybody!  Today is Tuesday! Do you know what that means?? Only two more days of classes until a nice, long Chanukah break.  Hurray!  I know you're all as excited about that as I am, especially those of you who continue to have school or work during Chanukah, so let us all celebrate together.  

The only thing that I'm not really celebrating over here is that fact that I have a nice, big Biology mid-term tomorrow and a Psychology mid-term on Thursday to follow.  The plan is to just punch out studying in the easiest, fastest, and most effective ways possible, because quite frankly I need sleep between now and Friday.  So I guess my goals are to sleep, study, and learn in the rest of my classes.  Good stuff.  

Unfortunately I am somehow in the middle of a cold, which is confusing to me because I just recently had the flu and I definitely don't usually get sick so soon after I get over something.  No worries, though, people.  I am taking care of business over here in terms of sleeping and hydrating well, and I should be back to normal in a jiff.  Haha.  

This Shabbat, we'll be in the Old City of Yerushaliam, which is sure to be a party.  Plan, as I hear it, is to stay at the Sephardic Hertitage Center, which is where my class stayed in 8th grade.  Blast from the past, if I've ever had one!  It should definitely be a fun time though, because everyone will likely have friends around and it's nice to be in the middle of everything.  Plus, I've yet to be in the Old City for a Shabbat.  So this is good.  Side not about Shabbat: This Shabbat with be my cousin Aiden's Bar Mitzvah... Totally unbelievable to me! I'm so sad that I'm missing it, but so excited for him at the same time.  Mazal Tov, Aiden!!

I'm trying to think of a good story to share with you all, because I do believe that it has been far too long since I have done so.  Sadly, there aren't any that are really coming to mind.  The only thing I can say is this:

As you may know, I spent Shabbat with many of my Seattle friends in honor of my birthday.  We had a super lovely dinner, and afterwards we said Birkat Hamazon and had a little dessert.  My favorite part of the whole Shabbat was that within five minutes of Birkat Hamazon, the whole room broke out into totally chaotic screaming/super passionate arguments.  Why in the world was that, of all things, my favorite part? Because it's SO classic Seattle.  And even more classic Seattle teenagers. Why? Because each one of us has three thousand opinions about each and every little thing, which makes it impossible to have a conversation using only inside voices.  Some think it's crazy or obnoxious, but I love it.  It shows that we're all thinking human beings.  And of course we listen to one another and learn from each of many opinions that stem from each person.  So, when I looked at Ilana and said, "Welcome Home" with a smile on my face, I really felt it.  Good stuff.  

Okay, I don't have so much more to say.. Both because my brain is preoccupied with Biology thoughts, and because I'm not thinking of interesting stories or occurrences to share.  Thank G-d, next week we'll be in the Negev and Eilat so I will likely have many journeys and adventures to share each day.  

Have a wonderful week!

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Post- MDA Test

As I mentioned in my blog post last night, today we had a mid-term for the Magen David Adom (E.M.T. training) course.  It consisted of a written part, made up of thirty-two multiple choice questions, and a physical part, which was performing CPR and checking a person's vitals.  I was expecting hours and hours of questions upon questions, based on the totally ridiculously hugeeee outline that I wrote up, but it only took about an hour in total.  Lame!  I was legitimately disappointed, because I was totally prepared to just punch out hours of brain strength and end in that totally awesome feeling of accomplishment.  Unfortunately, it was not to be.  On the positive side, I did spend a large number of hours learning a ton of material so I feel much more prepared than I did before.  Which is something that I need, and obviously the goal of a mid-term.

For some of you who know me well, you just might know that one of my biggest life dreams is to like tea.  I have never liked tea, despite various people's valiant efforts through numerous tea flavors and brands, but something incredible took place last night.  I had planned to study for Magen David Adom with my friend Jason, and low and behold you will never guess what he did... He so kindly brought me tea.  Despite the fact that I have told him many times that no tea has ever graced my tongue and induced a positive response, he decided (in a typical male fashion- I might add) that his tea would be different.  Turns out that he was, amazingly, correct.  He brought me tea, and I, not only didn't dislike it, but actually enjoyed it!  What a crazy concept... Julia Owen drinking tea.  Haha.  I definitely need him to teach me his ways because I totally want to be able to drink tea at will.

Anyways, this week is sure to be a crazy one.  It's mid-term season, so I have many a test and or assignment.  Next week we will be taking a big tiyul (trip) to the Negev and Eilat for Chanukah, so I'm looking forward to getting everything done with that in mind.  In terms of tonight, I'm pretty sure it's bed time.  So, I will wish you all a Lila Tov or a Yom Tov (depending on where you live).

Have a wonderful week, everybody!  Be as productive as you can be, learn from your mistakes, and take responsibility for your actions.

Do work.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

An Incredible Birthday Shabbat!!

I'm going to be quite honest: I don't have so much time to Blog right now, because tomorrow I have a mid-term for Magen David Adom (E.M.T. training) and if I don't pass the test I fail the course.  But, I wanted to get a little something out there just as a quick recap of my amazing Shabbat.

Firstly, on Thursday night there was an NYHS alumni dinner in Yerushaliam which was SO nice.  So many people from my class, and a few grades above, were there, and it was so great to be with everyone for dinner.  The reason we had it is because Rabbi Fox is in town, visiting post HS programs, and it was great to see him too.  Ilana Greenberg and Sarah Varon came back from Yerushaliam with Nick and I, and it was fun to be with them as the clock struck 18th birthday.  I spent all of Friday shopping then cooking for our Shabbat meals, and Sarah Varon helped me big time.  Ilana Greenberg, Adina Polack, Emma O'quin, Benja Menashe, Josh Gladstein, Devon Nikfard, Solly Behar, and Nick Alkan joined me for Shabbat for a Seattle reunion/birthday celebration.

For Friday night dinner we had salad, chicken soup (which made the room smell like my house on Friday nights), schnitzel, veggies, potatoes, pasta, and some fruit and such for dessert.  After which, we went to an Oneg at my Av and Eim Bayit's house which was really fun.  For lunch today we had salad, chulent (made with my new crockpot!!!!), veggies, green beans, and potatoes.  We spent a lot of time last night and today just hanging out and chatting, and it was great to get a whole lot of Seattle back together in the same room.  Last night I really enjoyed when Solly made kiddush, because it was the first Seattle-style Sephardic kiddush I have heard in many months.

On another note, it's totally crazy that it's December already.  It's unreal that I've been here for almost three months, and it's even crazier that I only have about six and a half to go.  I'm excited to continue my journey in Israel, and make the most out of the time to come.

Thank you to all of you who have been a part of my life at any point over the past eighteen years!  Big shout out to my parents, who just yesterday celebrated their eighteenth year of parenthood- thanks for everything! And the same to my aunts, uncles, and grandparents... What an amazing eighteen years it has been.

Shavua Tov to all!  I will hopefully have some time to sit down for a little bit longer after I get done with this big test tomorrow.  This week I have a whole bunch of mid-terms due, too, so we'll see how all of that goes.

Shalom from Israel!

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Crazy Week!!

This was, to say the least, a CRAZY week.  Not only was there an eight-day war, but I also had the flu. Yuck.  It was obviously nuts-o to be in this country for rockets flying over-head, sirens, and a war with our neighbors, but it was also an experience to be with ninety other Americans throughout it all.  The beginning was definitely... New.  New is a good word because it's really how I felt most of the time.  I wasn't necessarily scared, but more just getting used to the unknown of it all.  I wasn't scared because at all times, throughout every day, I was no more than a six second sprint from a bomb shelter, which is the safest place to be.  It got a little crazier when a siren went off in the middle of Hebrew class and as I ran to the bomb shelter I saw the two rockets right above me... But I still wasn't scared, so I will again use the word 'New.'  With the recent ceasefire, though, the war has ended, and we can all get back to focusing on school and whatnot. 

Now I'm going to talk about the sickness part of my crazy week... It was super not fun.  On Thursday night before last Shabbat, I kept waking up throughout the night with a fever.  And so it began.  Between then and this past Thursday I had an off-and-on fever, and basically continuous stomach pain.  Lucky for me, I spent the week eating apple juice and bagels, with some soup here and there (thanks to two awesome Eim Bayits), and that's just how it went.  I slept a ton, which was wonderful- of course, and that was my week.  Thank goodness, I am finally on the full up-swing from it... My fever has definitely gone away, and my stomach is getting used to foods other than bagels and apple juice.  Hurray!

This Shabbat was super nice! I spent it with all of the girls on my program in a place called Nof Ayalon.  It's a beautiful community between where I live and Yerushaliam.  One of my Judaic teachers, Dr. Tannenbaum, lives there, so we all stayed at different families' houses throughout the neighborhood and met up for parts of Shabbat.  We had a lot of quality bonding time, good speakers, and good food, and today I took a nice walk with a couple of the other girls and we really saw how beautiful the community it is.  Surrounding it is stunning scenery- mountains, valleys, and greenery- and the community itself seems super well-established and comfortable.  Since no cars are allowed to drive in the streets on Shabbat and all of the families and kids know each other, all the kids play in the streets and roam freely throughout Shabbat.  That is definitely a cool and unique-to-Israel aspect of the community.


A couple of random things to share:

1) A while ago I posted about how well I travel with a backpack and a little roller carry-on suitcase... I wanted to update you all, and say that I have recently made an advancement in that I can now travel with only a backpack and I totally rock it. It's good stuff.

2) I have been missing boxing SO much lately.  I wish Cappy's would open up a branch in Israel, because I would be allllll over that.  Additionally, this week I had a little bit of a realization about how long it's actually going to be until I get to get back in my gym and it was such a sad thought!

3) This is VERY exciting news:  On Thursday I had the most wonderful opportunity to buy my very own, brand new crockpot!!!!!! That is definitely the best purchase of Israel so far, and I cannot wait to use it! Because I barely ate this week I had plenty of extra cash, so I used it for the crockpot and even had some left.  Here's a picture of the beauty herself:


For those of you who have experience cooking in a crockpot, I would be than appreciative of crockpot recipes for anything and everything! Soups, stews, chulents... anything! You name it, and I'm interested because it is for sure my new best friend.  Feel free to email me the recipes to juliarowen@gmail.com.  Thanks!

In other news, this coming Shabbat is actually my birthday Shabbat (which I totally forgot about until super recently) and I'm excited because a bunch of my friends are going to stay with me and we're all going to have a cute birthday Shabbat together! Other than that, this seems like a pretty normally busy week.  I have Magen David Adom (E.M.T. training) and Hebrew Language class tomorrow, and all of my classes during the days as well as tons of programs for the nights.  I'm excited for the week to start since I'm finally feeling better and there war is over, so things can just get back to normal.

Wishing you all a Shavua Tov (good week)!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

A Great Start to the Week

After I finished my post on Saturday night it started to rain.  Let's discuss rain.  Rain is wonderful thing that comes out of the sky, and I realized that I have taken advantage of it throughout my living-in-Seattle life.  Honestly, I think I've done a pretty good job of appreciating it.  But I didn't quite realize how special it is that Seattle gets a whole lot more rain than many other places around the world. 

Obviously an aspect of my excitement for Israel was the change in climate- more specifically: the sun.  Throughout Early Start and the beginning of the school year, I have definitely loved the soaring temperatures at all hours of the day.  I've loved the ever-improving tan, and consistent beach weather.  But, over the past couple of weeks I've noticed a change in the weather.  First it started to get a little cooler at night, then it wasn't a billion degrees at 7:00 in the morning... A shift began to occur.  All of the sudden, last week it started to rain.  Not a whole lot of rain, but rain nonetheless.  On Saturday night, at some time around 12:30 AM, I heard that oh-so-familiar sound of rain pattering on the ground outside.  The only way I can explain my reaction is by saying that I jumped.  Because I really did.  I started in a sitting position on my bed, and ended in a standing position on the floor.  Haha.  Despite the fact that I was wearing shorts and t-shirt, with no socks, I ran outside and just stood.  I soaked up the rain.  I can't even really describe the feeling that I was having, other than by saying that it really gave me a "breath of fresh air."  The external wetness and fresh smell of the wet greenery around me somehow converted itself, through my body, into internal satisfaction, appreciation, and happiness.  What a wonderful feeling.  I guess I really do have some Seattle blood in me.

Not only did it rain on Saturday night, but it also rained on Sunday morning.  What a great feeling it was to be able to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt to my Ulpan class.  That was a joy in and of itself.  After Ulpan I had Magen David Adom.  But instead of the usual six hours, it was shortened to four hours.  I'm not so sure which one I like better... It's definitely easier to only have four hours, but in the long run it could be far more worth it to punch it out in less classes.  I'm not so sure.  On Sunday night I just hung around on campus and got some work done.

Yesterday school was great- as always.  Mondays are short, so it's a whole different ballgame.  I kind of forgot what it's like to get back at 4:00 instead of 6:00.  I got some work done and decided to work out afterwards.  I went to the gym place on campus, and started my normal workout routine with some Cappy's-style jump roping.  Good stuff.  After a couple of minutes it started to..... POUR.  And when I say pour, I really mean pour.  Seattle doesn't even get that kind of rain very often.  Within like four minutes the ground was covered in an inch or so of water, which was surprisingly great.  I totally could have decided to call it a night and run for cover, but that is very much the opposite of what I did.  Like Saturday night, I soaked up the rain.  But even more this time because it was raining SO much harder.  I loved it.  My clothes were as absolutely wet that they couldn't have been any more wet.  They were just completely and totally soaked through. Haha.  I wish I could convey my tone of voice while saying that a little better, but I hope you get the point.  The workout was amazing, the rain was perfection, and it put me in a totally awesome, Seattle loving mood. 

Today was great.  On Tuesdays I only have my two morning Judaic classes and we're done at noon.  What's there to complain about that? Answer: nothing.  Afterwards I went to Yerushaliam with the Israel Advocacy Internship program, and we went to the Menachem Begin Center.  It was definitely an interesting museum, and I learned a lot, but it wasn't my favorite.  It was all video, and I wish there would have been more interaction/movement because it definitely emphasized the tiredness within me. 


Random Fact:  My new goal is to buy a crock pot.  I realized that there really can't possibly be a better thing for me to buy, because I can just stick things in it and food will be cooked.  I don't know why I haven't thought of that before, but that is on my agenda for this week for sure. Yay!

Wishing you all a good night or good day, depending on where you are in the world, and I would advise you to look up The Piano Guys on youtube.com (thank you to my madricha Ronit for telling me about them)!!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

A Wonderful Shabbat!

With plans to be in Beit Shemesh at the Smilowitz's for Shabbat, I of course scheduled my Friday with plenty of time to get there, via bus, before Shabbat.  I woke up at 9:30ish, went to the bank, worked out for a little over an hour, showered, and was on my merry way.  I took a bus from the main bus stop near where I live, called Aluf Sadeh, to the Coca Cola Factory bus stop.  I switched sides of the freeway by walking up and over, on a little bridge/overpass, then walked down and to the bus stop.  I got there at about 1:30- maybe a little before. I was waiting for the 497 bus, and in my experience with that bus I knew that it was often either too full or off-schedule.  But it's supposed to come every twenty minutes, so I was expecting it to come on the soon-ish side.  Of course it wasn't until 1:50 that I looked at the clock and realized how long I had been standing there with no 497, at which point I was kinda just curious about where it could possibly be.  At 2, I was overjoyed to see a 497 come around the corner.  And about fifteen seconds later I was super sad to see it drive right by me with a full bus-load of people.  So I started to get a little nervous, because in Israel the buses stop running at a certain time before Shabbat and Beit Shemesh is kinda far away.  I wasn't too nervous, though, so I only kind of started to think of a Plan B.  2:20 rolled around and no other 497 had appeared.  By this time I was getting progressively more nervous because technically a bus should have come, based on the twenty minute thing, and Shabbat was definitely approaching.  It was time for a real Plan B to arise, so I thought about taking a taxi.  The problem I had, though, was that I definitely did not have enough money in my wallet for a taxi ride to Beit Shemesh, so I would have had to do some serious bargaining/begging.  I looked at my watch at 2:34 and started to plan the words out of what I would say to the taxi driver.  Now I was nervous.  Not only was there no 497, but a taxi hadn't driven by in a really long time.  I kinda just felt stuck.  But, thank goodness, at 2:38 a shimmering, half-empty 497 came rolling around the corner and I was totally saved.  I don't think I've ever been so happy to pay a bus driver. 

I got to Beit Shemesh after a forty-five minute bus ride, called Michelle Smilowitz, and she kindly came to pick me up.  Crazy to see her after it's been so long!! Their house is about five minutes away from where I got off the bus, so we got there super quickly.  I walked in the house to see their awesome five kids, and a totally beautiful home! It's so colorful, bright, and welcoming-- I loved it.  I put my stuff down and set up my stuff for Shabbat, and we hung out for a little bit until Shabbat was about to start.  I went to synagogue with Rabbi Smilowitz and three of the kids, and despite the Ashkenazik nature of the minyan I enjoyed the tefilah.  There, I saw one of my madrichot because she was coincidentally staying up the street from where the Smilowitz's live.  So funny!  I had dinner at the Smilowitz's, which was so so nice.  Such great food, and awesome to be with them.  We definitely talked some Seattle, which is always a good thing.  After dinner I played a good game of Perpetual Commotion with Michelle and the two oldest kids, and afterwards I read for a little bit.  Before Shabbat I had made plans with my friend Devon, from NYHS, for him to come over, because his Yeshiva is super close to the Smilowitz's house.  A little bit after Perpetual Commotion I heard a Devonly knock on the door, and sure enough it was him.  I felt so badly because it had started pouring half-way through his walk, so he didn't have a jacket or anything.  I gave him a towel to dry off, and he came in.  It was good to see him because I hadn't yet seen him since I got to Israel, and we just hung out and talked for a couple of hours.  He left a little before 11:30, and I went straight to bed right after. 

This morning I went to synagogue nice and early.  Similar to most minyanim I've been to in Israel, they finished super early-- at 10:30ish!  Since my lunch plans weren't until 12, I just hung around at the synagogue and read for a while.  I headed towards my lunch destination at 11:25ish, and was surprised when I got there all of three minutes later.  I ate lunch at my Em Bayit's parents' house (Em Bayit literally means "house mother" but her and her husband are the family on the girls' campus for my program).  My Av and Em Bayit have been staying there for a little over a week because they just had their second child and obviously needed some time off.  I had met her family before, so I was excited to be at their house because I really liked them.  I knocked on the door, and was immediately welcomed with warmth by my Em Bayit's father. I knew it was going to be a great meal.  I came in and the whole family was just hanging around...  My Av and Em Bayit, her three sisters, her parents, and her Bubbe.  They really made me feel instantly welcome and comfortable, which is totally something I appreciate.  I think it's a unique quality that some families have, which is to be so genuine in hospitality that guests really feel immediately at home.  And I definitely felt that today.  SO nice.  We hung around for a while before lunch, then two other people who were eating there came and we started.  Obviously the food was totally delicious, but that was relatively unimportant compared to the company.  I really was able to "let my guard down" and enjoy myself, and I felt totally comfortable being there with the family and their other two guests.  Great. Meal.  After lunch and a great dessert we played a couple games, and before I knew it it was time for me to go back to the Smilowitz's for Seudah Shelishit (third Shabbat meal). 

When I got there I spent some time reading, talking to Michelle, and hanging around the kids, and after a little while we all sat down together for Seudah.  One of my favorite parts was that they had matbucha, but even better than that was that Michelle said she knew I liked it because she had read my blog. I loved that!! We had a really nice meal together, accompanied by some learning of the Navi Shmuel, and soon after Shabbat was over.  We made havdalah when Rabbi Smilowitz and Yitzy got home, and afterwards we cleaned up the kitchen/house a little bit.  After three of the kids were in bed, Michelle kindly drove me to the bus stop. We decided that I will definitely be staying there again, so I'm excited for that to happen! 

So I got to the bus stop at 7:15ish.  Guess what time the bus came... Anyone? 7:45.  Classic. Haha.  Of course the bus was packed.  And more-so of course the bus was all America back in the day; women-in-the-back, men-in-the-front.  I was totally ready to go all Rosa Parks on everyone until the only available seat on the entire bus was in the back.  I think it would have been a little too extreme to like sit on some man's lap, for example, in order to make a Rosa Parks statement.  I'm pretty sure that wouldn't have gone well for more reasons than one.  So I conformed to the ridiculous behavior and enjoyed by two-foot cubicle of jam-packed space in the very back corner of the bus.  Here's something about the bus that was a little confusing to me: it felt like Antarctica.  I mean, technically I don't know what Antarctica feels like.  But, let me just say that the temperature was not even normal.  I resolved that the last time I was that cold was during the snow storm in Seattle last February.  But I'm not even so sure that I was that cold at any point during the snow storm.  Point is, wow.  I was actually shivering, and I had real goosebumps all over.  Those are two things that never happen in the life of Julia Owen, so please recognize how serious I am when I say that it was Antarctica! And I had to deal with that for like forty-five minutes.  I tried to sleep, but I was too cold to sleep.  I totally just didn't know what to do with my freezing cold self, so I listened to music and blew hot air into my hands. 

When the bus finally approached the Coca Cola Factory, I was cold to my bonessss. Expecting a warmer temperature when I stepped off the bus, I was sorely disappointed when it was even colder because of the wind that was blowing.  Lame!  I walked to the other side of the freeway to the bus stop, and waited.  Of course no bus was coming, and I was freezing, so I decided to make the best of the situation.  There is a restaurant here called Burgeranch.  And there happens to be a branch right behind this bus stop, off of the freeway.  Why is this significant?  Because they have something there called Volcano Ice Cream, which is not only heaven but it is also totally dairy-free.  Here's what it looks like:






Guess what it is.  HOT brownie underneath amazing vanilla ice cream.  In other words, as I said, heaven.  I figured that it was a worthwhile investment and treat for having to wait for so stinkin' long for buses.  A bus didn't come for another half an hour, which was beyond obnoxious, but at least my taste buds and stomach were happy.  While I was standing at the bus stop, by the way, one of the craziest interaction I've ever had took place.  A very chassidish man, running while pushing a stroller to catch a bus came towards me.  He asked me if I would help him, and I obviously said yes.  Little did I know that helping him meant that he was going to basically throw his sleeping child into my arms while he put his stroller underneath the bus! So, yes.  I have officially held a completely random sleeping chassidish child at a bus stop.  Not going to lie, I actually laughed out loud when he turned around... I'm sorry but that was beyond unexpected.  At least the kid was cute. 

Thankfully the bus did come, and I got home safe and sound.  I'm about to go to sleep because I have Ulpan and Magen David Adom in the morning! 

Shavua Tov to all!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Good News!!!

I have great news to share, everybody!!!! 

The reason that I couldn't take Biology and Bio Lab was because Bio Lab conflicted with Psychology.  The good news is, a mistake was made in the printing of the time of Bio Lab and it has been changed to the Statistics time-slot, every other week, and on those days Stats will be pushed off to 6-7:30.  In other words, I can now take Biology and Bio Lab in addition to all the other classes I'm taking!! Hurray for no compromises or trade-offs! The only obstacle I have now is ensuring that I can still switch back into Biology, so we'll see how that goes.

Yesterday morning I woke up and realized that I was super lamely coming down with a cold.  Rudeness.  So what did I do between my two Judaic classes, you ask? I went on an adventure to seek out and acquire soup.  Luckily I almost immediately found a non-dairy soup, so I purchased it.  What kind of soup was it? Split pea soup.  For those of you who have read, at some point in your life, any George and Martha books know what I'm talking about when I say that my soup purchase made me think of George and Martha.  For those of you who don't know, here's how the story goes... George and Martha are married hippopotami.  Martha's favorite thing to cook is split pea soup, so she obviously likes to make it for her loving husband George.  Unfortunately, George's least favorite food to eat is split pea soup.  Being the wonderful husband that he is, he doesn't tell Martha about his hatred for her so-beloved soup and he manages to choke it down time and time again.  Until one day, she makes pots and pots and pots full of it and he doesn't know what to do.  So, George so smartly realizes that when Martha leaves the room he can put his soup in his loafers underneath the table.  Thinking that he was in the clear and that he totally avoided having to eat any split pea soup, he quickly shows his empty bowl to Martha upon her return into the kitchen.  Unbeknownst to George, though, Martha had made plenty more split pea soup and had much more to give him.  Sadly, this is the part of the story where my brain kinda forgot the path to the resolution but I will happily share the conclusion itself.  Basically, in some way or another Martha discovered that George's loafers were full of split pea soup and she approached him about it.  She said that it didn't matter to her that he didn't like her soup, and that he should have just told her long ago.  In the end, George and Martha live happily ever after and go on to explore great heights, in a hot air balloon, in the next story.

The point of all of that was to share with you that upon my purchase of split pea soup in attempt to heal my leaking nasal passages and soar throat (sorry if that was too yucky for some of you), I totally boarded the George and Martha train. 

Not many exciting things have really happened this week, unfortunately.  School is a whole lot of normal, which is actually great for me- but lame for you- and that's basically my life.  I spent a solid amount of time working out last night at the gym, and went to bed pretty early on a NyQuil.  For Shabbat I will be in Beit Shemesh with the Smilowitz's! For those of you who don't know, the Smilowitz's used to live in Seattle and made aliyah to Israel a number of years ago.  I'm super excited to get a good dose of ex-Seattle. 

Important:

Below I will post a Youtube link.  Anyone who has not seen this video, must watch it immediately!  I've seen it probably hundreds of times, and I fall more in love with it with each and every viewing.  So do yourself a favor and dedicate 5 minutes and 51 seconds to greatness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsSC2vx7zFQ


Shabbat Shalom!

Monday, November 5, 2012

Welcome to November!


I’m not going to start this post with an apology for the length of time that it’s been since I have written a post, because I really feel that true apologies can only be shown through action.  So, I’m going work harder to find a couple minutes a night to sit down and get a type up a blog post.  I honestly find it quite weird that I recently haven’t made it such a priority, because quite frankly I don’t view blogging as any sort of burden or anything like that.  I really enjoy the whole experience, and even more than that I take pleasure from it because any time that I spend writing is time that I’m taking for myself.  Regardless, the point is that I’m going to put more effort into spitting out a blog post more often. 

For today’s post, instead of recapping day by day I’m just going to give a little bit of a summary.  In ESPN/sports terms, I’m going to give the Top 10 Plays as opposed to the Game Replay.  So here we go.
For the past week or two, my Av and Em Bayit (the Mernicks) have been expecting the birth of their second child.  On Tuesday morning, in the middle of one of my Judaic classes, Michal Bayla was born! So, I just want to say Mazal Tov and that I’m excited to play with her and watch her grow as the year goes on.
Another very exciting thing I’d like to share is that we have entered the month of November.  For those of you who remember, I’m pretty sure I said that I couldn’t buy my membership to the on-campus workout gym until it was November.  Thankfully the clock struck November and I bought the membership as soon as possible!  I went to the gym before school, at 6, on November 1st and had a beautiful boxing-style workout.  I should mention that throughout my life I have always had an issue with working out early in the morning. The issue being that I get at least super nauseated.  So, let’s talk about what happened… I had a great workout, which was my first in way too long, it was 6:45ish in the morning, and I was walking back to my apartment.  Anyone want to guess what happened? I’ll tell you.  I puked.  It was really yucky, and it came after a good five minutes of serious nausea.  Unfortunately I still had to shower and get to school so I tried to get everything done as quickly and with the least amount of nauseating movement as possible, but that was a little bit of a difficult task.  I made it happen, though, and I have got to the bus on time! Hurray! What’s the moral of the story? Some have said that it’s to not work out in the morning.  I’m not so sure that I’d jump straight to that because, after all, I did go to a 6:15 boxing class many mornings a week this summer without nausea.  So I know that it’s possible.  I think it’s about getting enough sleep the night before, eating appropriately between waking up and working out, and drinking enough water throughout the workout.  I’m definitely going to try the early morning workout thing again, I’m just not quite yet sure how soon that will be.  For now, I’m going to stick to the after school time slot.  

Continuing on the same topic of keeping myself healthy over here, let’s talk about what a successful weekend I had in terms of making food.  Right now I have so much good food in my fridge that it’s something along the lines of a miracle.  I made a fat Tupperware of quinoa, I made a foil pan of whole wheat pasta, I made challot for Shabbat with the help of Ayelet Yablok (we had a Thursday night challah-making program), and I took a couple pieces of leftover chicken from our on-campus Shabbaton this past Shabbat.  




I want to expand, for a second, on the fact that I took a couple pieces of leftover chicken.  Okay.  To put it simply, I’m pretty sure that in my childhood I promised myself I would never be that person who takes a plate of food home from a Kiddush table, buffet line, or public gathering with food.  As one of our Rabbis said that we had total permission to take home any un-eaten food I thought about this promise to myself and was totally not going to take any food.  But then I had another thought: Why would I deny myself the opportunity to eat real food for a meal in my near future?  For a couple of seconds I debated heavily between picking the desire to not be that person and my desire to partake in a healthier couple of meals.  Oh, the dilemma it was.  In the end I decided to take a couple pieces of chicken because I figured that saving money and eating more healthfully were more important.  I also wasn’t so clear that this specific instance fell under the exact definition of the terms of my promise to myself- but that might just be justification. Haha.  

Another thing I’d like to share is that since yesterday was Sunday I had my Magen David Adom (E.M.T.) training course from 1:00-7:00.  We spent the first two hours reviewing and practicing both CPR with two people working out of an ambulance and street CPR for one person.  I just want to mention that I did CPR with two people working out of an ambulance with my friend Mendy, and we totally kicked butt.  We saved our patient with little to no assistance from our instructor, and we did it much faster than most every other group.  Hurray for saving lives! It’s obviously going to be a whole different story when we are doing CPR on real people, but until then I’m happy with Mendy and my ability to rescue the dummy.  

Today is Monday.  Mondays are annoying because I have the least number of classes, and I don’t like that.  I would totally take more classes but there’s quite simply not options for me.  It’s quite lame.  On the positive side, I’ll be home today by 4ish, and I’ll have a good chunk of time to work out before it gets too late.  We also have some programming options tonight, which should be fun.

Let’s talk about how a piano was discovered in the building where all of my Judaic classes take place… What. A. Discovery.  I’ve been kind of on the tired out side of things lately (that’s not a cue for any of you worriers to worry about me, because I’m totally fine), but I took the liberty of partaking in the piano experience during my break today which cured me right up.  I sat at the piano for about five minutes, because that’s all the time that I had until a woman walked in with a super musically-inspired, excited look on her face wanting to play it herself.  So I gave it to her.  But I am about to go back there and enjoy the beauty of music.  It’s funny because it’s not like I ever learned how to play piano.  I just kinda figured some things about through trial-and-error on the piano at Yeshiva.  


Okay, it’s time to go enjoy the piano.  Have a wonderful night if you’re in America, and have a great afternoon and evening if you’re in Israel! Hopefully I’ll write another post really soon.  But until then, adios amigos!

Oh, wait. I feel that it is only appropriate to publicly wish my one and only Garci Warci Garcipoozle Garcel (Grace Almo) a very Happy 18th Birthday! If you see her today, give her a hug for me!!