Your faithful blogger has taken it upon himself to investigate the beaches of Tel Aviv while here on dutiful work assignment. He is happy to report to you that the waves are awesome, the water as blue as the stripes on Israel’s flag and so warm it’s like a hot tub with surf. And of course the food in the area is as kosherly delicious as ever.
So in case you were considering a trip down this way this week, the Continuum strongly encourages it. No thanks are necessary.
For Berle and Pamela Berger their first 48 hours as Israelis seemed much like any of their other visits. There was a day at the beach, dinner with friends, and plenty of quality time with their daughter’s family.
Our little bungalow in the Catskills isn’t much. A scarce one-bedroom dwelling with a shared porch, a single air-conditioner that only serves its purpose when the temperature is below 90, a circa-70s kitchen that doubles as the second bedroom and a bathroom that is probably better left undescribed. It seems to be a highly recommended tourist destination for flies and ants.
At least it felt that way. After growing up in an area of Bensonhurst with a bare-bones Jewish community, where my brother and I sometimes faced anti-Semitism on the streets and the idea of a kosher restaurant seemed like something out of a dream, I found myself at age 12 in Midwood, the most Jewish part of Flatbush.
I want to share a letter I received from a reader regarding the portrayal of Jewish residents of Judea and Samaria. The writer’s son and family are longtime residents of Itamar, in the Samarian mountains near Nablus.