Third day in Israel
This is the story of my first shabbes in Jerusalem. Read and cry (of laughter, if you can).
So. The weather didn’t calm down at all. So we didn’t go to shul. We didn’t go to eat at David’s cousins. I lit the candles in the hotel hall, and we had no kiddush, no grape juice, no food, no water. We passed shabbat like that. It was not shabbat, it was jail time.
I woke up with blood on my pillow, my ear going totally crazy. Forget about wearing those new nice Negrin earrings on Mati’s birthday.
Mati by the way was unbearable. We had to get up maybe 15 times during the night because she wouldn’t sleep. I mean, who would ? It was awfully cold despite the heating. She slept all dressed under the covers. I see by the way the influence of the charedi morot in her hysterics about always having tights (« if possible not thin », she says, but she still agrees to wear them) and to always have her hair attached. These days even to sleep she wants tights and a scrunchie !
After a day of starvation and staying in bed, shabbes finished and so did the bad weather. We went to eat at La Guta, which replaces a fine restaurant in front of a gas station. Guess what. They were preparing the most hideous decoration for a private Purim party, whatever that is. So we tried Red heifer were we paid 100 friggin euros for a « nice but blah » meal and a freezing place. Sick !
We then decided to go to Center One, the charedi supermarket. Not only is the parking paying and the place hideous, but most shops were closed more than one hour before time, and the hats and kissui shop owner threw us out because he wanted to close (and big disappointment, the pharmacy sells condom, and not fertility ones)! When I think about how Indians want to work ! When I think this trip may turn out more expensive than our honeymoon !
Searching to go back to the hotel, we passed by many people in costumes, mostly chiloni. The girls were mostly slutty, the boys often in girls or in gay, throwing kisses to girls, boys or both. I noticed a guy in terrorist ! The charedi kids were out quite late and alone, throwing firecrackers under cars.
I had the bad idea to ask a nice grandma type the road. « We speak in hebrew », she sternly told me (in Hebrew). While I was flabbergasted at that lack of derech eretz and that rudeness, my husband said something so she heard we were French and finally agreed to answer. Incredible. My husband says this is the dati leumi way when they’re fanatic. He also says Hashem is sending us a strong message about what life in Israel would be.
After risking an accident several times we finally reached the hotel.
Highlight of the day : finding tights that seem to be the right size. Yup, that’s all. Pretty sad huh.
So. The weather didn’t calm down at all. So we didn’t go to shul. We didn’t go to eat at David’s cousins. I lit the candles in the hotel hall, and we had no kiddush, no grape juice, no food, no water. We passed shabbat like that. It was not shabbat, it was jail time.
I woke up with blood on my pillow, my ear going totally crazy. Forget about wearing those new nice Negrin earrings on Mati’s birthday.
Mati by the way was unbearable. We had to get up maybe 15 times during the night because she wouldn’t sleep. I mean, who would ? It was awfully cold despite the heating. She slept all dressed under the covers. I see by the way the influence of the charedi morot in her hysterics about always having tights (« if possible not thin », she says, but she still agrees to wear them) and to always have her hair attached. These days even to sleep she wants tights and a scrunchie !
After a day of starvation and staying in bed, shabbes finished and so did the bad weather. We went to eat at La Guta, which replaces a fine restaurant in front of a gas station. Guess what. They were preparing the most hideous decoration for a private Purim party, whatever that is. So we tried Red heifer were we paid 100 friggin euros for a « nice but blah » meal and a freezing place. Sick !
We then decided to go to Center One, the charedi supermarket. Not only is the parking paying and the place hideous, but most shops were closed more than one hour before time, and the hats and kissui shop owner threw us out because he wanted to close (and big disappointment, the pharmacy sells condom, and not fertility ones)! When I think about how Indians want to work ! When I think this trip may turn out more expensive than our honeymoon !
Searching to go back to the hotel, we passed by many people in costumes, mostly chiloni. The girls were mostly slutty, the boys often in girls or in gay, throwing kisses to girls, boys or both. I noticed a guy in terrorist ! The charedi kids were out quite late and alone, throwing firecrackers under cars.
I had the bad idea to ask a nice grandma type the road. « We speak in hebrew », she sternly told me (in Hebrew). While I was flabbergasted at that lack of derech eretz and that rudeness, my husband said something so she heard we were French and finally agreed to answer. Incredible. My husband says this is the dati leumi way when they’re fanatic. He also says Hashem is sending us a strong message about what life in Israel would be.
After risking an accident several times we finally reached the hotel.
Highlight of the day : finding tights that seem to be the right size. Yup, that’s all. Pretty sad huh.