Early in January, my family and I headed to Tel Aviv for a brief visit. In case it hasn’t yet been clear, I’m not crazy about the city but everyone else wanted to see what it was like and my mother had a good friend from her kibbutz days there that she wanted to see.
We arrived just before 3pm and checked into a hostel (prices are absurd in Tel Aviv) right in the city center before hopping into a cab, at my insistence, and heading to Abu Hassan in Jaffa for hummus and masabacha. The food, as always, was divine and I stumbled through my orders in elementary Arabic. My mother wasn’t crazy about the masabacha because for some reason she didn’t like the taste of too much tahini in humus. Continue reading
For some reason, in the last month I haven’t updated because life here has become normal. Before, every bar was exciting and every encounter was newsworthy. Now, I don’t know…
So I’m making a concerted effort to explain, in a manner which still makes things seem exciting, the day-to-day happenings of life in Israel. Right around my last post, about the stone-throwing incident in Jerusalem, it was Sukkot and various other holidays, which meant that there were lots of long weekends spent in Jerusalem. Unfortunately, I had to say goodbye to one of my closest friends in the middle of last month. We sent him off with lots of hugs and alcohol and a good time 🙂 Continue reading
The weekend that just passed was Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the Jewish year. Yom Kippur is the day of atonement and traditionally, by the end of it, one can consider themselves absolved of their sins by God. Ironic really, since my flatmate seemed to see fit to behave like a super-bitch right around this time. I guess she does not take her religious obligations seriously (and it is ironic, because she claims to be religious).
Out of respect for my roommate on Yom Kippur, my friend did not come to visit me that weekend. Instead, I went back to Jerusalem and met with a close friend there. As usual, we began the evening at Asgards and ended it in a park with some of his friends before heading out to Katamon (Gonen) to get some shut-eye. Continue reading
I’ve been wondering whether my posts are too cluttered, if I should do what my friend does and limit myself to one topic per post. What do you think? Is that necessary?
This past Thursday was the opening of Goa Florentin, a new psy bar and gallery on Hatserim street in Florentin owned by my friend’s dad. The opening was great, there were crowds standing outside the bar, a live reggae band playing on the roof, free rounds of beer, beautiful art on the walls and jewelry on display, and very very nice people. The bar is nice, comfortable and easy to be in. It is not pretentious or exclusive, it’s cheap, and there are comfortable couches to sit on (if you’re lucky enough and no one else is on it). Continue reading
The longer I’m here, the more accustomed I become to daily life in Israel. I no longer think everything I do is fascinating, I no longer feel the urge to blog about my daily doings which were so exciting at first. I guess this means perhaps my blog will be getting more interesting as from now on I will likely only be writing about eventful experiences. We shall see. Everything is still touch-and-go.
This past Saturday was the biggest protest the Israeli social justice movement (the tent protests I have mentioned previously are part of the same movement) has seen so far. Over 400,000 people across the country attended the protests, and though numbers for individual cities have not been released, the crowd in Tel Aviv was the biggest I’ve ever seen or been a part of in my life. Continue reading
Last week, I mentioned that there’s barely a boring week her. It seems I spoke too soon. Not that I had a boring week per say, but definitely a lot less eventful. I saw some friends (really, such lovely girls), made a new friend, climbed the breakers of Jaffa Port again, and wished my beloved boyfriend a happy 25th birthday.
I was supposed to visit Bethlehem last weekend, but was stood up. To be honest, I’m not that surprised, but I was very frustrated. And because of Shabbat, I couldn’t leave on Saturday because there are no sherut (mini-van buses that run on Shabbat) by my house to take me to the central bus station. In any case, I did what I haven’t done in a long time – I spent a lazy weekend on my sofa eating, watching TV and talking to my boyfriend. Continue reading
There’s this bar in Old Jaffa called Anna LouLou that I love. I have been twice now, the first time was with the crew at Physicians for Human Rights, and both times it’s love. LouLou, as it’s better known, is a bar that welcomes both Israelis and Arabs and where people happily mix in its cave-like atmosphere sipping on cheap (by Tel Aviv standards) drinks.
It’s a hole-in-the-wall bar. If you arrive earlier in the evening you wouldn’t even know there was a bar located there – though by about 11pm it is so packed that there are people drinking outside. There are no windows, and space is cramped (though there is a more isolated comfortable seated area in the back). The music isn’t mainstream (and I love mainstream), so why do I love it? It doesn’t sound so pleasant. I don’t know. There’s something about it: it’s hectic and colourful in the dark, it’s friendly even if you keep to your friends, it’s just a really great place to be – and people who know me know I’m not normally a big bar person. Continue reading