July 7, 2012
The fridge here is the loudest fridge I have ever encountered in a home. It drowns out the silence of the empty flat, but replaces it with a feeling of melancholy and loneliness. This apartment is totally empty but for the sound of that fridge humming away, so loud that bumble bees might mistake it for a hive. At this moment, the fridge mirrors my own heart, humming, working, but empty on the inside. I guess I am one of those worriers when it comes to travel. Starting the 24 hours before I need to be at the airport till the moment I arrive at my destination and am able to drop my bags and take that first deep breath, I worry. And I think it gets worse when I travel alone. Especially now, traveling to a place I have never been and know nothing about, to do something I have never done with people I have never met. Can you tell I am a little melancholy tonight?
First impressions of Israel. It is warm, and every single house apartment and building is white, or at least used to be white. The poverty and the wealth are side by side... On one side of the street is a swanky restaurant and immediately on the other is a a food stand reminiscent of Mexican food stands... Styrofoam cups and paper plates. And it is hilly. Oh my is it ever hilly. When traveling through the city on a shared taxi, it was almost like a roller coaster ride, because besides being hilly, Haifa seems to have very few straight streets. The University where the seminar will be taking place is on a mountain looking over the city and the port, so I am expecting some great views.
But the people are very nice, all of them. It has really been a comfort. Although men seem to think that one conversation with you gives them the right to ask for your phone number. But I guess it helps when you have no phone, haha! (Although it is unfortunate that I am the only person with my name... And finding me on Facebook is easy as pie). Last night after dropping my things off, I wandered over to the little restaurant across the street from the swanky one... after a day of travel I didn't feel particularly "swanky", and I got this yummy flaky pastry filled with potatoes and mushrooms, with spicy pickles and an egg on the side. There was one kid behind the counter, and after I finished my food we chatted a bit since I was feeling lonely. I told him I was there for two weeks for a medical clowning seminar. He told me he was leaving for the army in two weeks.
Even though there is no Internet at my apartment, I found some at the coffee shop by my flat, so I am content. I found salt, and I won't starve, so that is good too. Today was really lovely, My semi-host, Shir, brought me and another seminar clown to see the Bahai gardens, the most famous landmark and pride of Haifa, rightfully so. Holy gardens that travel down a steep slope with a beautiful temple in the middle, it's lawns stick out in a sharp contrast to the metropolitan areas around it. Then she brought us to her parents home for a traditional Shabbat lunch, wheat and beans with date honey, potatoes and sweet potatoes with date honey, so yummy! Also rice, veggies, and fresh cold plums, grapes and nectarines for dessert, so yum! Her 17 year old sister, Mai, was sweet, opinionated and talkative. Also going to the army soon, in 2 months. But it was really wonderful to be around a family and to have a family meal, that hasn't happened in a long time for me.
The fridge here is the loudest fridge I have ever encountered in a home. It drowns out the silence of the empty flat, but replaces it with a feeling of melancholy and loneliness. This apartment is totally empty but for the sound of that fridge humming away, so loud that bumble bees might mistake it for a hive. At this moment, the fridge mirrors my own heart, humming, working, but empty on the inside. I guess I am one of those worriers when it comes to travel. Starting the 24 hours before I need to be at the airport till the moment I arrive at my destination and am able to drop my bags and take that first deep breath, I worry. And I think it gets worse when I travel alone. Especially now, traveling to a place I have never been and know nothing about, to do something I have never done with people I have never met. Can you tell I am a little melancholy tonight?
First impressions of Israel. It is warm, and every single house apartment and building is white, or at least used to be white. The poverty and the wealth are side by side... On one side of the street is a swanky restaurant and immediately on the other is a a food stand reminiscent of Mexican food stands... Styrofoam cups and paper plates. And it is hilly. Oh my is it ever hilly. When traveling through the city on a shared taxi, it was almost like a roller coaster ride, because besides being hilly, Haifa seems to have very few straight streets. The University where the seminar will be taking place is on a mountain looking over the city and the port, so I am expecting some great views.
But the people are very nice, all of them. It has really been a comfort. Although men seem to think that one conversation with you gives them the right to ask for your phone number. But I guess it helps when you have no phone, haha! (Although it is unfortunate that I am the only person with my name... And finding me on Facebook is easy as pie). Last night after dropping my things off, I wandered over to the little restaurant across the street from the swanky one... after a day of travel I didn't feel particularly "swanky", and I got this yummy flaky pastry filled with potatoes and mushrooms, with spicy pickles and an egg on the side. There was one kid behind the counter, and after I finished my food we chatted a bit since I was feeling lonely. I told him I was there for two weeks for a medical clowning seminar. He told me he was leaving for the army in two weeks.
Even though there is no Internet at my apartment, I found some at the coffee shop by my flat, so I am content. I found salt, and I won't starve, so that is good too. Today was really lovely, My semi-host, Shir, brought me and another seminar clown to see the Bahai gardens, the most famous landmark and pride of Haifa, rightfully so. Holy gardens that travel down a steep slope with a beautiful temple in the middle, it's lawns stick out in a sharp contrast to the metropolitan areas around it. Then she brought us to her parents home for a traditional Shabbat lunch, wheat and beans with date honey, potatoes and sweet potatoes with date honey, so yummy! Also rice, veggies, and fresh cold plums, grapes and nectarines for dessert, so yum! Her 17 year old sister, Mai, was sweet, opinionated and talkative. Also going to the army soon, in 2 months. But it was really wonderful to be around a family and to have a family meal, that hasn't happened in a long time for me.
Tomorrow the seminar starts, and I meet my roommate. eehsk!! Also, at some point, I will tell you all what this seminar is actually all about!
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