Havdalah

The afternoon of Shabbat spent on the beach in Jaffa: just me and a couple of hundred of the people whose acts I’ve been decrying in this blog, as if they’re a people of only one mind and opinion. I still decry those actions. But I can no longer see all Arabs in the same Continue reading Havdalah

Yafo.

Made it to Yafo. And I live in a house like a regular Israeli. Cool, hunh? I live through an extremely bumpy four-hour flight to TLV from Barcelona. Do you know that there’s a special Hebrew prayer to say when there is air turbulence? Well, there is, and the nice Hasid sitting next to me Continue reading Yafo.