We are having a wonderful time here. This place is home in a way no other is. And how better to celebrate Passover than in the Jewish homeland? Granted, I prefer my family's seder. We sing more, we enjoy more, and we don't rush through it as fast as possible. But this is the only holiday I have celebrated with Husband's family in the five years we have known each other, so he is entitled.
Besides matzah, we have managed to:
1. visit a world flower exhibition -- crowded but beautiful!
2. "hike" -- this requires quotation marks because our gang has changed a bit. Y and A had their twelve-month old, B, and the participated with a walkie-talkie from their car. E is seven and and a half months along, and not particularly mobile either. So actual hiking amounted to about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes maximum followed by sitting and eating, and then moving to a restaurant to continue sitting and eating. Yes, Israelis like to eat. (And tell me to eat more.)
3. Family time: Savta, niece and nephew, lots of fun and lots of nudging me to eat. A yiddishe bubby, after all.
4. Shopping at the mall. I found the lip gloss I wore at my wedding and yes, it is now coming home with me. I like makeup. It is absolutely feminine but does not require chromosomes, hormones, or ovaries. I am just like any other girl.
My main question, however -- how did this place get so fertile!? I have never seen so many strollers, so many pregnant women, and so many babies. Is is something in the water?
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