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August 30th, 2009
04:40 pm - Mushy Stuff that has the Potential to Become Messy Stuff Here's an interesting concept. I met an interesting dude earlier this year through a mutual friend and things have decidedly developed in an interesting direction over the past several months.
The mutual friend has stated in the past that she doesn't think he and I should date, saying "for many reasons" and that he still needs "lots of work," however she is a good wing-man and provides much needed -appropriate- insider information when necessary to keep everyone on an even keel.
Now, Boy and Mutual Friend have indeed been close friends for quite some number of years. In their much younger days they had star-crossed affections for each other, but nothing ever panned out, thus they are committed to a lifetime of platonic friendship. Also, Mutual Friend is married, "happily."
That being said, I would have thought my dear Mutual Friend would be supportive of what is potentially a budding romance between me and Boy, but ironically, I have been met with what appears to be jealousy. When Boy came back from a brief stint away for reserve military duties and was soon again to leave for lengthy military duties over seas, he had mentioned to her wanting to spend time with her and me, to which her reaction was essentially "why wouldn't you only want to see me?" ("me" being Mutual Friend).
On top of that, on Thursday, Boy called me from the airport in NY just before he boarded the plane, to say goodbye and what have you. I thought it was super sweet that I was the last person he talked to before departing our shores for the next several months and that he thought of me at all.
I called M.F. to tell her about it, because I was so excited and again her reaction was, verbatim, "he didn't call ME for the airport." WTF? I'm sorry, but that response was totally whack in my opinion. First of all, was he ever in a habit of calling her before shipping off, and secondly, why does it matter that he didn't call her? It's a different thing to part company with your buddies, but something entirely different when you part company with someone you have romantic interest in.
I have no clue where any of this interest is going, and Lord knows I'm not putting any eggs in his basket (no pun intended), so to speak, but by the same token, I'm totally willing to keep exploring this new person and see where it goes. G-d willing at the very least I'll come out of it with a great male friend.
Also interesting, with the last two people I made out with, which was oddly over the course of this last week when I went out of town, I felt nothing and noticed they are mediocre and bad kissers respectively. The latter of the two I have a notorious carnal past with and this time around had absolutely no desire to bump pelvises, as it were. In a related side note, all the boys (count it, three) I've kissed lately have been mediocre-to- bad kissers. This is very disappointing.
I have no idea if what's going on with Boy and the above mentioned lack of physical interest in other men are even remotely related, or if it was just coincidence and I am simply over these other individuals and they just "don't do it for me anymore." If it's more than coincidence, then it's definitely a first for me.
Weigh in with your thoughts as the issue with the mutual friend has me the most concerned. Some say I should back off of Boy in light of the friendship (chicks before dicks, or something), others say I should just talk to her about it, but not derail my investigation of this new person in my life.
Play Ball!! Current Location: Home Sweet Home Current Mood: confused
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January 4th, 2009
07:21 pm - I got poked! Yo, lots happening in my world. Too much, in fact, to put here in a palatable format. Suffice it to say, I'm doing well and learning the finer ways of life. I hope you are all doing very well and enjoying everything life has to offer. Many blessings upon you! Current Location: mi casa Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Matisyahu
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October 23rd, 2008
08:52 am - Secret Societies Abound I have created a "secret society" that isn't all that secret mostly because we don't have any secrets to share, aside from how we came up with our tail numbers and also only three members.
I've started P.D.A. (pilots' daughters of america), along with two other friends that are...wait for it...pilot's daughters! Anyhow, this all got into the works a few months ago when my roommate and I thought it would be cool to have call signs, since we're all into aviation and stuff. That was pretty cool, but then at the air races this year the three of us came up with a club idea and then it snowballed from there.
Last night my roommate and I came up with fabulous tail numbers to give us more of an identity within the society than just a call sign and I am very happy with our numerical cleverness (she's N907B and I'm N812J). However, the first rule of Fight Club is, don't talk about Fight Club, so I can't divulge how they came about, but I am super excited that it's coming together nicely.
Naturally this will end in sparkly t-shirts with rhinestones shining out our affiliation and it'll be AWESOME!
Now, for something completely different: I've become addicted to the blog gofugyourself.com. It's hilarity and fashion all wrapped into one! Current Location: grown-up land Current Music: Jameriquai Radio on Pandora.com
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July 22nd, 2008
02:45 pm - She Lives! I know I've totally neglected filling you in on the haps in my life, so I'm buckling down and getting in a few short tid-bits.
I love my job in real estate and things are going really well. YAY!
In bigger news, I recently catered a client party we co-hosted with some friends of ours who own a financial advisory company down the street and it was a HUGE success, much more than I expected. I was worried I wouldn't have enough food or that people wouldn't like what I made. However, quite the opposite transpired and I had PLENTY of food and everyone adored my spread.
They enjoyed it so much in fact, that people were asking me for my card and what my business name was! As a result I have decided to start my own catering company. It's called SAVOR and I'm really excited about it. I'm meeting with a marketing guy tomorrow to discuss my logo and I think he's doing my work on the super cheap or for free because we sold his mother's house and my lawyer referred me to him, we'll find out tomorrow. My lawyer is even preparing my contract for free as a favor to me because I just got started.
Anypoo, I'm super psyched and can't wait for my next job in September, which is for a charity event for Big Brothers Big Sisters. I'll hopefully have business cards made up by the end of the week. I'm thinking green will be a good company color. Any suggestions are welcome. Current Location: trabajo Current Mood: excited
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May 15th, 2008
05:18 pm - Work, shmerk!! So, I have been in the trenches for a few months now and I feel that I am getting the full sense of this business, which is fine because I still love it. I'll tell you what though, working with humans can lead to complete insanity!
My boss/mentor/trainer went on vacation for two weeks, which threw me into the fire of "crash course real estate." Fortunately I survived, but not without the obligatory nervous breakdown, on day two! It's nice when things go well, but it's the human element that can totally throw a wrench into the works.
I think this is an industry I can be happy with for a long time because no two days are ever alike, which for my short attention span to life, is a very good thing because not only does it keep me constantly on my toes (I am developing lovely calves as a result ;)), it's never boring!
Anyhow, I'm progressing through my transformation into a grown-up and it's pretty awesome. Oooooo!!! I've also started a little side business of dogsitting and it's fabulous! It's fun to hang out with other people's dogs since I don't have my own. Plus it gives me play money and that's just super. Current Location: the trenches Current Mood: amused Current Music: soundtracks on random
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February 8th, 2008
04:50 pm - Wink, wink, nudge, nudge OK, OK, enough already!! Apparently someone thinks it's been too long since I updated, so this is me saying, "I get it." I promise to put in a juicy post this weekend, because I have WAY too many insane things that have gone on in the last month.
A little nugget for your judgmental enjoyment: I'm going to a country bar tonight to line dance with cowboys in tight Wrangler's. Laugh it up. Current Location: DMG Current Mood: busy
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December 5th, 2007
01:42 pm - Fun with Spanish I just had a bizarre phone call at the paper. This guy, speaking really quietly called, and asked if I spoke Spanish and I said yes. Then he proceeds to ask me about a number he called (for adult services) and the woman had a voice like a man, which really confused him. He wanted to know why that was and if there were numbers for men and women and where he could find them.
I had to explain to him that some of the phone numbers in the adult services section were for women who used to be men, but some of the numbers were for real women. I think this shocked and enlightened him. He told me he just wanted to meet a woman and so I told him about our Love Lab service (which is kind of like a dating hook-up service) and the Personals section of our website. Then he asked if I had a husband, to which I promptly said yes.
He still seemed confused about why our main phone number showed up in the paper and I had to explain that it was just for questions and such and it wasn't a sex line. I think he wanted to ask me for sexual favors but the fact that I had a husband deterred him.
I didn't realize so many people were back from lunch so just about everyone in the room heard the conversation, although they didn't understand what was said, and it was a little embarassing. All the same, I'm glad I could point this poor, lonely fellow in the right direction and hopefully he'll find a lovely escort to fulfill all of his wildest fantasies. Current Location: work Current Mood: amused
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November 14th, 2007
10:54 am - The Day of Celebrated Gluttony I am way excited about the impending holiday. I find that it's one of my favorite of the year because it's all about eating dinner at three in the afternoon, which at this time of year feels about right since it gets dark at 4:30. I even have a few friends I'm looking forward to seeing! Including, but not limited to, a kid from high school that I recently got in touch with (after not having seen or spoken to in six years) and have been chatting with online for about a month now. I think I have an internet crush on him, because he talks about science and how your brain works. It's so hot.
This Thanksgiving, in addition to making a kick-ass dinner, I would also like to do some performance art with my sister. I'm thinking reciting a comedic holiday poem would be lovely. OH! I have to videotape my sister and her friend who want to be on the Amazing Race. I am intrigued by this and will happily record whatever they want, but I have a feeling nothing will be done during our holiday since that's the nature of these things.
I feel a lot of motivation to get my business idea rolling. I really want to earn more money and have something to work towards/on/for that really matters to me. After Christmas, I'm picking up a couple shifts at a coffee shop and getting serious about my research and formulating a business plan!
I hope you all have an enjoyable holiday with your friends and family. I also hope that you like my dancing turkey icon. I think he's cute and tasty. Current Location: trabajo Current Mood: happy
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September 10th, 2007
12:01 pm - Chillaxin' Just so's ya know, I'm a boat without a rudder, and have been for some time now. There, I admit it. Seeing as I have this impeccable ability to get passionate about anything and 110% motivated to do it, but then can get distracted to something else just as easily, I have decided to just go with the flow right now and not make any major life decisions or go seeking a new path.
I'm happy here, I have a job(s), I can pay my bills, I have lovely friends and I even have suitors; really I have no complaints. Thus I am cooling my heels for the time being and seeing this move through. I think it's the wisest thing for me to do right now and also, we all know what happened the last time I moved away from Oregon before originally planned, yeah, HUGE mistake.
I have so many options available to me: go back to school and get a masters, or get a whole new degree, do Teach for America, run away to Europe, go back to Reno, go to Tucson, jobs galore, etc., etc., etc. It's too much for me to deal with because I don't know what I actually want to do. I'm also no good at growing roots, so I don't even have a place in mind to be. You know something, when I was younger I wanted to be a marine biologist, all the way through to when I left for college that's what I wanted. Now I have a degree in Spanish and no career. Why is it that I never stick to one thing for very long or do what I want, only what is suggested to me or expected of me? Poo on that I say.
I also say poo on having regrets in your life or not knowing what you want. It sucks to just tread water or feel lost. People should be out there exercising their human potential!
I am going to wait for the glittering snow in my snow-globe of life to settle and then shake things up again after I can see clearly. Current Location: ? Current Mood: contemplative
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August 27th, 2007
10:22 am - Control Freak I have this nasty habit of trying to plan and control my own life WAY too much. I know, shocking that I can be a controlling person. Anyhow, I feel like I'm kind of stressing myself out with this whole move thing. As much as I want to move and have a fabulous and professional job, I feel as though I'm putting too much pressure on one picture in my head and not being open enough to possibilities. I realize that everything will happen when it's supposed to in the way it's supposed to, I just wish I knew when that was and also if there was something I could be doing to make it happen faster.
I also get nervous because the more lucrative of my two jobs is seasonal and thus will be ending the last weekend in October, which puts me back in the position I was in when I moved here; trying to find a job and pay the bills. These are the times when I wish I really knew what I wanted to do with my life. That way I wouldn't just be looking around willy-nilly for a random job that just peaks my interest and actually be able to focus on one thing that I want to do for the rest of my life. I admire my sister in that way because she is in a specialized field and knows exactly what she wants to do, or at least the industry in which she wants to work.
I know I'm not alone is being lost in life, quite the opposite in fact. But, what am I supposed to do as a person who can get passionate about almost anything and is capable of doing anything, meanwhile I'm a restless person who moves almost every year! See, if I could find a job that involved me moving all over the place, or at least traveling a lot, I would be one happy camper. But do you know how hard it is to get into something like the travel writing industry? Fort Knox ain't got nothin' on that shit. Seriously. And without a journalism degree I'm that much farther behind the curve.
Maybe I should just be an efficiency expert or quality control person and travel around to a bunch of hotels around the world and tell them what they need to improve upon. That would be bitchin'. Or, I could just meet some fabulous man, who is uber wealthy and then not have to worry about working for the rest of my life. Then I can donate my time to taking jazz singing lessons, learning Italian and working out all the time. See, my life would totally not be boring if I was some rich guy's wife! Ah, in a perfect world.....
Until then I need to find something to fill my days and add value to my life. There are dozens of my resumes floating out there in the world. It's just a matter of focusing on the emotions of the ideal job, not the job itself. Man, positive thinking is a lot more involved than I thought. Current Location: limbo Current Mood: worried
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August 9th, 2007
09:36 pm - My friends say funny things "I would get a biodiesel, but I don't want to smell like popcorn when I get out."
Also, my dad was telling me about the cars he saw at Hot August Nights, and as a charming he afterthought he added, "Oh, and a lot of ugly women. Where do they come from?" That made me laugh out loud when I read that. He's so funny some times. Current Location: where else? Current Mood: amused Current Music: shoop doo
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August 6th, 2007
10:27 am - But I don't even like beer!
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Current Location: beddy-bye Current Mood: amused Current Music: traffico
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August 1st, 2007
10:27 am - Yay Me! Twas the day of my birth yesterday. I'm now a whopping 25 years young, or old, or wait a minute.....
Anyhoo, I had a lovely feast with the parentals and my wee little roomie. Andina is an amazing restaurant! As a result of so much decadence I am feeling rather, hmmmm, corpulent if you will. Totes need to go running after work. But heck, you only turn a quarter of a century years old once so you might as well whoop it up, eh? Yes. Current Location: casa Current Mood: full Current Music: radio
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July 28th, 2007
06:57 pm - Mas Fotos How many bars do you have?
 Camel riding, not so comfy.
 Western Wall (a.k.a. kotel)
 Don't see that everyday. Usually it's, "Danger, Pothole."
 Another armed guard that stayed with us for a couple days.

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July 27th, 2007
11:53 am - Is it hot in here? Some times I'm so hot I just can't stand it. Current Location: trabajo Current Mood: impressed Current Music: MJ- pre freak
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July 20th, 2007
12:06 pm - In conclusion Now that I'm back I have so many memories filling my brain and so many things to think about. I didn't cry when I left, even though it was sad to leave beautiful people like Aryeh and Chaya, but I know I will keep in touch with them and hopefully see them when I return to Israel.
This trip has made me reevaluate the way I live my life and what things are really important to me and how I can start creating my own traditions and maintain my own level of Judaism. The hottest topic of the trip was marriage, relationships and babies. Arie (the one with the dreamy teeth) was an interesting character in the sense that he became Hassidic only two years ago, and also made Aliyah (became an Israeli citizen) a little over a year ago. I think if I were a good little Hassidic girl he would marry me on the spot, but alas, I am a good little Jewish girl who wears t-shirts and shorts. I suppose I will have to find another Jewish dreamboat to make Jewish babies with. "Just what the world needs, another single Jewish girl." HA!!!
Seriously though, this trip was incredible and I am so thankful that I could go. The memories and experiences are completely irreplaceable. I have tons of pictures and tons of stories for anyone who wishes to see/hear them live. Otherwise I hope you've enjoyed these not-so-little updates about the things that I did, even though I had to post over half of them when I got back because internet access was so unreliable. Nevertheless, you are now completely filled in on the Israeli haps.
Be well. Shalom! Current Location: PDX Current Mood: accomplished
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11:53 am - Day 10 Our final day in Israel, so sad but also inevitable. We went to the site where David slew Goliath and we planted trees at a huge nature reserve. I can't wait to go back and see my little oak tree be big and huge. Of course I'll have to wait since it'll take 20 years for my sapling to grow to any significant size. Did you know Israel is the only country where the tree count is increasing? Well, it is, and it's because of people like us coming through every year and adding to the forests. Yay us!!
Thankfully we were dropped off on Ben Yehuda street again so we could do some last minute shopping. I bought a mezuzah for my door and that's it. I tried to think of other things to buy for people but I just wasn't in capitalistic commerce mode I guess. I got a chance to see the huge open-air market finally too. It was so awesome and busy and enormous. If I lived in Jerusalem I would totally shop there, even if it was just once a week for Shabbat stuff.
Back at the hotel we packed our bags, took showers and got ready to go. About half our group was returning to the United States, while the other half extended their trips to stay in Israel or travel around Europe and return later. Looking back I think it would have been a great opporunity to visit my friend in Denmark, but that's a ton of money I shouldn't be spending, so I bit the bullet and came home. At our last round table discussion we all had the chance to say what the trip meant to us and what things we will be taking back, metaphorically speaking. Almost everyone said they wanted to come back and live in Israel, but I doubt that will happen. I do agree that everyone will make an effort to come back to visit though. That's an easier promise to keep. I personally want to go back to visit and to study as soon as humanly possible. While I'm here in America I want to be more observant of Shabbat and the holidays, but Shabbat mostly. Tonight is my first opporunity to stick to that, so I'm hoping to find some challah somewhere and maybe some kosher wine. It won't be a meal for kings, but it will be my first solo Shabbat, and that's good enough for me.
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11:22 am - Day 9 Good morning Israel! It's the buttcrack of dawn and we're up to ride camels (gamaleem). Breakfast was a lovely spread, as per usual, but I had just enough time to grab some pita and cheese and head out to the camel corral. All our camels were tied together, so the walk was a no-brainer. Camels lay down when you get on them, and it's a crazy process for them to stand up. Front legs first, then back legs, and that whole time you're holding on for dear life, hoping you don't get thrown off. The ride was rough and I don't see how people could cross the desert on such a turbulent animal. Mostly I felt bad for the boys, and their "boys." After all that jarring, schmooshing, jerking action, that can't have felt good. Think about the Jewish babies people!!
Back on the bus our next stop was Massada. Sounds impressive right? Well, it is. The story of Massada is long, but my favorite part is about a group of fanatical Jews who took over the mountain and had to defend it against a ton of Romans. In a nut shell it's the Jewish version of "300;" a small group that held off the masses of an advanced army. Very cool. It's also impressive how Herod (the original builder of Massada) could get water up the mountain and have pools and a full service spa and all the luxury that he had. Props to Herod on that one. The gondola ride down was pretty sweet too because it gave us this fabulous view of the valley, the side of Massada and the treacherous snake trail you can take up the side (and the Roman soldiers did, clearly that didn't work out for them).
Next stop, Ein Gedi. We took a lovely little hike up a canyon that lead to an oasis and waterfalls. Dipping my feet in that cool water was blissful, but I opted to save myself for the Dead Sea and didn't go in all the way. It was really weird to see this lush crack in the land amongst all the dry desert. I would have been on my knees thanking God if I had come across that some 3,000 years ago in the desert. Fast forward to today and now it's just a nice little perk in the day and we can go back to the bus and buy icecream as our means of desert salvation. 10 shekel!
Finally we arrive at the Dead Sea (not that it took us long to get there from Ein Gedi, since you could see it from the trail) and got to float in it's famous water. This is also the deepest point on Earth, on land to be more specific, not in the ocean. The water looks and feels oily and the rocks on the beach are covered in a thick, white coating of salt. I brought back some chunks of this salt for my sodium chloride addicted roommate. There's a specific way you can be in the water and the lifeguard will yell at you over a loud speaker if you try to swim on your stomach or go out too far. It's best to just float on your back and feel super buoyant. This girl Ayana (a mifgash) described it was swimming in chicken soup. Yummy. The mud at the Dead Sea is supposed to be special too, so low and behold my two traveling companions cover themselves in it, probably because it's funny and not because it's therapeutic. People were getting Dead Sea water it their eyes and it burns like a mo fo. Also it tastes like ass. Not that I know from first-hand experience; I had the good sense to jus float and keep my mouth shut. On the up side, our skin felt super soft after we rinsed off, however a shower was still very much in order. Like I said, that water, not to tasty.
Back to Jerusalem and we arrived at our digs minutes before they closed the dining room. Dinner wasn't remarkable, which was sad since it was our penultimate, but we were starved and thus didn't complain. A shower felt fabulous and bed was calling my name. But before any of that could occur, we had a little presentation to attend. Our speaker was this fabulous British-turned-Israeli man who gives presentations about Israel's political history and current situaiton. His powerpoint was awesome and he gave an amazing recap of everything that is currently going on in only an hour. I was very impressed and learned a ton. It's definitely a subject I wish to increase my knowledge of and keep up to date about. Mostly he was just hysterical and kept our attention brilliantly even though we were dog tired. Cheers mate! Current Location: Neve Ilan
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10:56 am - Day 8 This was a really heavy day, not because of heat stroke-enducing hikes, but because of the overwhelming theme of death. We started out at Mount Herzl, which is the national cemetery for dignitaries and military. We saw the monument/grave for Theodore Herzl and learned more about his story and the custom of putting rocks on a person's grave in place of flowers, because stones are permanent and don't die like plants (and people). We all put a small rock on his grave out of respect. Then we toured through a part of the cemetary and heard some amazing stories of bravery and sacrifice. There's even a section for civilians who acted like soldiers in a battle back in the 60's. One of the decedents was only 14 years old. Once we arrived at the newest section of the cemetery some of the mifgashim (the soldiers who were visiting with us for a couple days) got very emotional because we were passing the graves of people who had died within the last seven years. One man in particular was an American who had moved to Israel to join the army and fight for his people and a cause he clearly cared very strongly for. That was a moving story in itself, and also to learn how close to home the deaths of soldiers hit people even today. Chaya has a cousin who's first fiancee was killed in action a few years ago and is now married to another soldier but carries around that fear that another man she loves could be killed. Such is the danger when military service is compulsory and you live in a country that is constantly having to defend it's right to exist.
Next stop was Yad Vashem, the national Holocaust museum and memorial site. The complex for this museum and memorial was enormous. Not just one building, but a network of several large buildings all housing and symbolizing something different. We even had a guest speaker who was a survivor of the Holocaust and her story not only encompassed survival, but also the separation of a family, immigration to Israel, reunion after many, many years and the lengths the Nazis would go to to keep a child from reaching safety and freedom. The museum itself was impressive because of it's architectural creativity. The building was a long conrete structure (like a long triangle shape) that gave the impression of walking into a prison, or at least something very depressing and you couldn't walk straight through, you had to weaving around each hallway before you could reach the end (symbolizing the length of the struggle for freedom). Once you were at the end the building's walls opened up to an expansive view of the valley. It was beautiful and such a welcome relief after being surrounded by so much death and sadness.
Fortunately we spent the night at a bedouin camp in the desert, which was fun and a much needed change of pace. We sat on big cushions on the floor to eat dinner, with our hands, and listened to drums and wathced people hanging out around big fires and such. Our group took a walk out into the desert-no flash lights-to see the stars and have some alone time with nature. Of course it was Aryeh leading the herd on such a hippie adventure. We saw all kinds of constellations and the milky way. Once we all seperated it was nice to just sit quietly on the dirt and take in the surroundings. Some people that were sitting back a little ways were being so obnoxious and chatting and giggling the whole time. Clearly they have issues with being alone, or maybe they were scared of the dark or afraid of getting bitten by a camel spider or a scorpion! I personally laid down and fell asleep. It was super nice, and I probably could have stayed out there all night if someone plopped a blanket down on me (it was really cold that night). Sleeping in a big ol' tent with a bunch of other people was very nomadic and camp-like. The bathroom situation was less pleasant, only because it was crowded and five miles away from where we slept, but other than that it was fancier than camping at Stampede resevoir where there's no electricity, flushing toilets or camels. Current Location: Mamshit Current Music: camels belching
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July 19th, 2007
04:18 pm - Catch up Day 7 One week down, three days to go, boohoo. Today our group was joined by eight members of the Israeli military, which is compulsory here, who were supposed to be our resource for getting to know Israelis and their way of life. We met some awesome people and things got very interesting between some of the soldiers and couple members of our group. Ah, kids.
With the mifgashim we toured the City of David and an awesome underground water tunnel that is 3000 years old. The tunnel as times as so narrow I could feel stone on both my elbows (ouch), and even I had to ducked, double over, in the low parts. Thankfully enough it was pitch black in the tunnel and we didn’t allow any flashlights, so it really was like being blind. To make things more interesting we were walking in water the whole time that got up to my naughty bits in the deepest parts and was always at least mid-shin deep the whole way. I held Jordan’s hand the whole way and played “seeing eye dog,” which he was thankful for since he wasn’t feeling well that day and being in a claustrophobically small, underground space wasn’t helping the situation. Being in the tunnel reminded me of the glow-worm caves in New Zealand, which I also thought were awesome, but these tunnels didn’t have the super-awesome celestial experience at the end.
Today we went back to the kotel (Western Wall) and this time we could take pictures since it wasn’t Shabbat, but it was also really nice to be there without huge throngs of people, which dispelled the myth in my head that the Wall was always packed with people. I wore my fabulous new pashmina to be modest and fashionable in respect to the holiness of the locale. I see no reason why women still can’t be stylish and modest at the same time, and trust me, there are some gorgeous women around that city who still keep to their Hassidic dress code and look lovely.
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