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August 30, 2016

Summertime....



Tzfat during the Klezmer Festival.
Summertime in Israel….the living may not be ‘easy’ but it’s sure packed with fun.

The summer cycle in Israel is unique, especially from a religious perspective. For most,  summertime conjures up exploring exotic destinations, water skiing across pristine, sparkling lakes, canoe trips and cranking up the barbecue. For the religious Israeli, summer can mean time to hunker down.

First we have the “Three Weeks,” kicked off with a fast day. This is a reflective time when there are no weddings, parties or concerts. At the end of this period, we move into the Nine Days when there is no swimming, no meat or wine enjoyed on weekdays and a host of other restrictions designed to ensure that life stays somber. This culminates in a fast day called Tisha B’Av, the fast I personally dread the most.

So you can only imagine what happens in Israel when thousands of cooped up, restricted people can finally do fun stuff.

Israelis will not lose a minute of potential fun time. The day after the fast is over, they pack their huge families into minivans, or pile onto buses and head somewhere – always with a portable barbecue in tow. 

At any time of day, in any random place, one can detect that distinct ‘mangal’ waft. It could be from high above on a tiny apartment balcony or in a park filled with hundreds of itinerant barbecuers, pincers in hand, attending to their sizzling ‘pergiyot.’

Many Israelis head north to the cool mountain breezes. I am in Tsfat now and I could swear that the entire town of B’nei Brak has deposited itself here. The ultra religious just love this place; they dress in their finest garb, wander the streets, stay up late with their many children eating out, strolling, taking pictures. Mini buses transport what looks like a whole city block at a time, with room for black fur hats to sit comfortably on travellers’ heads.

Back in Jerusalem, we were able to capture another style of Israeli summer fun. We saw a production of Macbeth outdoors in the park just beside Yemin Moshe. Hundreds of people sat on the grass in this gorgeous setting and watched Shakespeare unfold thanks to Theater in the Rough

The performance was ‘in motion,’ so the audience was invited to move along from scene to scene with the actors  (one of whom was my younger daughter, a Shakespeare fan at heart).

To feel relaxed, entertained and culturally enlightened in the midst of a huge metropolis that has been under siege from random acts of terror for months was surreal. And to be in a diverse audience of Anglo Israelis, Hebrew speakers, religious and secular, all united in the unraveling of this plot, was inspiring.

After the play, we headed down the steps to the Sultan’s Pool for the international art show (Hutzot HaYotzer) where artists from all over the world set up booths and displayed their colorful wares. 


There was live music, dancing, lots of food, wine tasting and at nine o’clock, a concert.


The outdoor ampitheater of Sultan’s Pool was packed as Eviatar Banai belted his songs from the stage. 

People of all ages and religious persuasions were singing along with this charismatic musician, demonstrating that Jerusalem is alive and well, throbbing with energy and soul.

In a few days, the kids all go back to school. They will be bringing home crafts of pomegranates and bees in their backpacks…..because guess what is next? The Jewish New Year.  


Does that mean I now have to think about baking honey cake?

Here in Israel, the pace never slows down. Ever. No wonder there aren’t a multitude of large crystal lakes perfect for barefooting. There just isn’t enough time here for such pursuits!




August 15, 2016

Outburst

It is Perseid season, a time when the night skies transform into a spectacular light show. Up to 200 meteors an hour can be seen zipping across the heavens during the month of August.  Doubling the regular rates, in astronomical terms, this huge display is called an ‘outburst.’

After eagerly following this story, we discovered that August 11 and 12 would be the climax of these Perseid meteor showers.

We put it down on our calendars and told some friends. The next step was, of course, the creation of a Perseid Meteor Shower Whats App group.

The excitement mounted as we debated on where we should watch the light show. As we live in the center of Israel where city lights and car beams create inferior viewing, we wanted to seek dark, black skies.

The desert! There is no better place to lie back and watch the stars than in the desert.

There were special meteor gazing events  at Mitzpe Rimon and Timna, but, practically speaking,  these places were just too far away. And so our compromise was to drive to Pura Nature Reserve just north of Beer Sheva.

We packed the car with mats, sleeping bags and bottled water. We even brought along cozy sweaters, a delicious event in itself. As we are from steamy Ra’anana, the mere suggestion of wearing heavy clothing in August could create beads of sweat trickling down one’s back.

We headed down south to Pura but soon realized this area was too close to the highway. So we drove our 4x4 cars over sand and down bumpy tractor roads deep into fields in search of tranquility and velvet black skies.

Ahh! We jumped out of the car and were greeted by skies thick with stars and air stilled by silence. We unfurled the mats and sleeping bags and neatly lay down in a row, snug like sardines, ready for the show to begin.

Woa! We saw one meteor zip across the sky and clapped in glee like small children. More! More!

Suddenly, Amir jumped up and started jumping on one foot, then the other, smacking his neck and his back all at once. What was this? A tribal Perseid dance?

Slapping at his own face, he continued to shake himself out. All eyes were now on Amir, not on the sky. 

We took out a cell phone and probed the area. Big black ants, so ginormously gigantesque they could pass off as beatles, were swarming our mats. An ant outburst! They had stolen our front row seats at the light show. We jumped up and danced the same dance, shaking out legs and arms, scratching at our throats.  Next we shook out our hair and mats. Yet the ginormous ants clung to the mats and to us with what felt like pincers or claws.

Another meteor flew by. And another. But we did not see them as all eyes were now on the ground inspecting the ant teeming metropolis below us. 

As we tried to trample them and reclaim our spot in the field below the twinkling start, we realized that one cannot fight with ants. 

If need be, move.

So we pulled our mats over, right into the middle of the dirt road that was in the middle of nowhere. I found this move a little daring. What if a car were to come along and not see us, and then squish us like ants? Everyone ignored my concern, dismissing my paranoia, and lay down to see part two of the Outburst Light Show. They ‘oohed’ and they ‘aahed,’ they clapped and they shouted in glee.

And then I saw two head beams coming our way. Here we were in a deserted, fallow farmers field, atop a dirt road hidden in a nature reserve-and a car was coming. Paranoia eh?

I jumped up and ran to the side while the others directed cell phone beams to warn the car and simply kept lying there in the middle, like fresh road kill.

It seems as if in Israel, one cannot ever truly escape into nature. I have been hiking in the middle of a desert atop a lonely peak and seen a bus of tourists pull up nearby. I have been quietly admiring spring blossoms in a nature reserve when a caravan of cars whips by, passengers glimpsing the flowers by hanging out car windows and arguing about local politics.  I have been biking down isolated roads and nearly been knocked over by screeching dirt bikes.

On our dark desert road, the invading car honked and veered into the field to pass us safely. But the appearance of this car, coupled by the ant metropolis, simply took the serenity out of my sails. I stood up like cardboard, hearing 'oohs' and 'aahs' as meteors flew by. But I missed them all.

I literally had ants in my pants and could not relax for a single second. 

Suddenly, around 1am, the second outburst occurred. A car appeared out of nowhere blasting "FunkyTown" music and slowed down. It stopped right beside us and killed its lights. My heart skipped a beat - even the ants in my pants were stilled. 

“Where’s the party?” the driver asked in accented Hebrew that sounded Arabic to most of us and Russian to Amir. 

"Here," our happy group, lying sardine-like in the middle of the road, chirped.

The guy sidled out of the car, cigarette in hand, looking totally wasted. He meandered over and dropped on the mat beside Amir.

But when he saw us silently gazing up at the sky, he asked “What are you doing? This is a party? Do you have music?"

I had a deeper question; who goes looking for a party in an abandoned field in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere? Only in Israel.

I was done. I did not care if 500 meteors were to elegantly dance across the sky. I would not look up as I was too busy crunching ants crawling behind my ears and up my legs. I was scanning the gravel road for errant cars with wasted drivers because one never knows…. 

My 2016 outburst was on the ground, not in the sky. Just hope I do not bring some ant souvenirs back home. 






Outburst

It is Perseid season, a time when the night skies transform into a spectacular light show. Up to 200 meteors an hour can be seen zipping across the heavens during the month of August.  Doubling the regular rates, in astronomical terms, this huge display is called an ‘outburst.’

After eagerly following this story, we discovered that August 11 and 12 would be the climax of these Perseid meteor showers.

We put it down on our calendars and told some friends. The next step was, of course, the creation of a Perseid Meteor Shower Whats App group.

The excitement mounted as we debated on where we should watch the light show. As we live in the center of Israel where city lights and car beams create inferior viewing, we wanted to seek dark, black skies.

The desert! There is no better place to lie back and watch the stars than in the desert.

There were special meteor gazing events  at Mitzpe Rimon and Timna, but, practically speaking,  these places were just too far away. And so our compromise was to drive to Pura Nature Reserve just north of Beer Sheva.

We packed the car with mats, sleeping bags and bottled water. We even brought along cozy sweaters, a delicious event in itself. As we are from steamy Ra’anana, the mere suggestion of wearing heavy clothing in August could create beads of sweat trickling down one’s back.

We headed down south to Pura but soon realized this area was too close to the highway. So we drove our 4x4 cars over sand and down bumpy tractor roads deep into fields in search of tranquility and velvet black skies.

Ahh! We jumped out of the car and were greeted by skies thick with stars and air stilled by silence. We unfurled the mats and sleeping bags and neatly lay down in a row, snug like sardines, ready for the show to begin.

Woa! We saw one meteor zip across the sky and clapped in glee like small children. More! More!

Suddenly, Amir jumped up and started jumping on one foot, then the other, smacking his neck and his back all at once. What was this? A tribal Perseid dance?

Slapping at his own face, he continued to shake himself out. All eyes were now on Amir, not on the sky. 

We took out a cell phone and probed the area. Big black ants, so ginormously gigantesque they could pass off as beatles, were swarming our mats. An ant outburst! They had stolen our front row seats at the light show. We jumped up and danced the same dance, shaking out legs and arms, scratching at our throats.  Next we shook out our hair and mats. Yet the ginormous ants clung to the mats and to us with what felt like pincers or claws.

Another meteor flew by. And another. But we did not see them as all eyes were now on the ground inspecting the ant teeming metropolis below us.

As we tried to trample them and reclaim our spot in the field below the twinkling sky, we realized that one cannot fight with ants. If need be, move.

So we pulled our mats over, right into the middle of the dirt road that was in the middle of nowhere. I found this move a little daring. What if a car were to come along and not see us, and then squish us like ants? Everyone ignored my concern, dismissing my paranoia, and lay down to see part two of the Outburst Light Show. They ‘oohed’ and they ‘aahed,’ they clapped and they shouted in glee.

And then I saw two head beams coming our way. Here we were in a deserted, fallow farmers field, atop a dirt road hidden in a nature reserve-and a car was coming. Paranoia eh?

I jumped up and ran to the side while the others directed cell phone beams to warn the car and simply kept lying there in the middle, like fresh road kill.

It seems as if in Israel, one cannot ever truly escape into nature. I have been hiking in the middle of a desert atop a lonely peak and seen a bus of tourists pull up nearby. I have been quietly admiring spring blossoms in a nature reserve when a caravan of cars whips by, passengers glimpsing the flowers by hanging out car windows and arguing about local politics.  I have been biking down isolated roads and nearly been knocked over by screeching dirt bikes.

On our dark desert road, the invading car honked and veered into the field to pass us safely. But the appearance of this car, coupled by the ant metropolis, simply took the serenity out of my sails. I stood up like cardboard, hearing 'oohs' and 'aahs' as meteors flew by. But I missed them all.

I literally had ants in my pants and could not relax for a single second. And then, around 1am, the second outburst occurred.
A car appeared out of nowhere. It slowed down, music blasting “FunkyTown” and stopped right beside us, killing his lights. 

“Where’s the party?” the driver asked in accented Hebrew that sounded Arabic to most of us and Russian to Amir.

“Here,” our happy group, lying sardine-like in the middle of the road, chirped.

The guy got out of the car, cigarette in hand, looking totally wasted. He meandered over and dropped on the mat beside Amir.

But when he saw us silently gazing up at the sky, he asked “What are you all doing? This is a party? Do you have music?"

I had a deeper question; who goes looking for a party in an abandoned field in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere? Only in Israel.

I was done. I did not care if 500 meteors were to elegantly dance across the sky. I would not look up as I was too busy crunching ants crawling behind my ears and up my legs. I was scanning the gravel road for errant cars with wasted drivers because one never knows….

My 2016 outburst was on the ground, not in the sky.  Just hope I do not bring some ant souvenirs back home.