Home And Away: An American In Israel

04/03/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

A funny thing has come over me recently.

I’m suddenly way into cars.

Well, let me qualify that. I’m not into cars. I don’t particularly like to drive them and I never liked to ride in them. In fact, I’m the world’s worst passenger on account of a certain vomiting problem.

But it’s like I’ve opened my four eyes for the first time and noticed that Jerusalem is chock-full of the cutest little cars I’ve ever seen. Or maybe it’s that the country suddenly erupted in adorable specimens of motor vehicles.

02/28/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

It was supposed to snow in Jerusalem.

You can imagine the excitement!

And by “excitement” I mean that all the good and honest people of Jerusalem were practically working themselves into a frenzy.

I even received a text message telling me that because of the impending “storm” my newspaper would not be delivered. Three days away!

“Oh, they get crazy here when it snows,” an Israeli told me. She was standing in my kitchen with one hand on her hip and the other pantomiming the universal sign for cuckoo.

01/31/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

‘Where to?” the cabbie asked.

Since I was running late to meet someone in the Old City, a place perpetually bewitching and confusing to me, it was worth my shelling out the extra moola to have a driver take me as close as possible to my destination without actually hitting the Western Wall.

Which is sadly kind of possible, considering they let cars drive in alleyways there that are barely big enough for a mule. A very skinny mule.

But this is actually a column about Obama.

01/03/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

It was date-night Saturday night and we were set to spend a rockin’ evening in Rosh Pina.

We even had a car.

Which is another way of saying, when one is visiting relatives in the Galilee, which, however beautiful and verdant, is nonetheless no Tel Aviv, why not hop, skip and jump it over to what was once one of Israel’s oldest Zionist agricultural communities and hang with one’s fellow senior citizens at the Cinematheque?

11/29/2011 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

The thing about Shabbat in Jerusalem is that it’s lousy with holiness. 

So holy, in fact, that the streets, normally bursting with honking drivers, on Shabbat becomes a sea of families pushing baby strollers and sauntering hither, thither and yon in their holiday finest.

11/01/2011 | | Special To The Jewish Week | Home and Away: An American In Israel

News that Gilad Shalit would finally be going home after five long and cruel years in captivity had just reached Israel and the entire country was rejoicing.

Except for me. Because at that precise moment, I was oblivious, waiting for my aunt to join me at Ben Gurion Airport to board a flight to the States.

“Something’s going on!” my aunt clued me in once she found me. A longtime resident of the Galilee, she had taken the train to the airport where she had discovered the good news through osmosis.