Archives for the month of: February, 2011

We were at the Megabool supermarket on Friday and wanted to get some meat to grill on skewers for our weekend barbecue ritual. There was some beef cut in chunks and we asked if it would make good shishlik (kebab here always means ground meat), and were told no.  The butcher then showed us a piece of meat wrapped in plastic that would be “the very best” on the barbecue, and took Sarah behind the counter to show her the poster showing the different parts of the cow and that this part (cut #15, if you’re wondering) was recommended for barbecuing. We asked for half a kilo, but he said that since it was shrink-wrapped, we’d have to take the whole thing.  Okay, we’ll freeze half, we decide.

The whole conversation unfolded with him speaking very simple Hebrew and us speaking even simpler Hebrew: a combination of illiteracy and shyness had backed us into a corner.

When he cut open the shrink wrap, we realized we were buying filet.  While he cut it into steaks, he made small talk and asked where we were from, and welcomed us to Israel. When he finished wrapping it up, he came out from behind the counter and shook our hands. Our first thought was what a nice butcher to welcome us with a handshake. How sweet!

When we got to the checkout we realized why he had been so friendly: we had just spent $75 on meat, and were probably his best customers of the day. Well, as long as we have such nice food, we should have someone over.  We called Sarah’s friend and collaborator Osnat and had her family over.  It was without doubt the best meat we have ever cooked and it’s nice to have people to share it with when we’re so far from home. Suddenly, overspending turns into a very nice evening.

Noah played with Osnat’s kids and is fluent. FLUENT!  It’s really amazing when your child learns things you could never have taught him yourself.

The almond trees are the first to bloom in Israel each February and they herald the arrival of spring. After the rains, when Mt. Carmel turns green, it seems as though all of Haifa gets outside to hike, picnic, and welcome the spring blossoms.

Last weekend, we went on a hike that started from Kibbutz Yagur, on the northern base of Mt. Carmel. Part of our hike overlapped with the Israel Trail and part with Namal Yagur (Yagur stream).

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Sarah and I are about the meanest parents in the world with respect to TV and computer games.  As a result, Noah will watch absolutely any movie that he can.  As I’m looking up how long to roast beef bones for stock, he sees the site’s list of cooking instructional videos and asks to watch this video teaching you how to make an apple swan.

Two days later, I ask what he’d like for a snack.  Without hesitation: apple swan.  Okay, why not.  He took a picture of it which we put up on his photoblog.  Here’s the happy customer nibbling on the head and neck.

playing with the landscape feature one lovely spring day . . .

looking east-northeast to the Galil, 12 Feb. 2011

looking northeast across Haifa bay to the Galil, 12 Feb. 2011

Day 2 of our Galil tour started in Kfar Kama, a Circassian village. The Circassians are an ethnic group indigenous to the Caucasus. They call themselves Adyghe (which is also the name of their language) and were given the name Circassian (or Chirkess) by the Russians and Turks. They are known as “white muslims” and when they were conquered by the Russian army in the 19th c., they fled and were dispersed around the world. Currently, the majority of Circassians live in Turkey, but there are diaspora communities in Syria, Jordan, New Jersey, and Israel (obviously). The Adyghe were known for being great warriors (one reason they were welcomed in Turkey, although not good enough to fend off the Russians, sadly) and it holds true to this day as they are proportionally overrepresented in the IDF, given their numbers in Israel (about 4000 of the 6,000,000 worldwide).

Upon arrival at Kfar Kama, we were greeted with a serenade of traditional Circassian music.

We were given a traditional Circassian snack of Haliva, a cheese stuffed pastry, and tea. Then the entertainment moved indoors, where we watched traditional dance.

Traditional Circassian dances often evoke their warrior culture and it is considered shameful for men not to know how to dance.

On a walking tour of the village, we saw homes decorated with the symbols from the Adygean flag evoking their 12 tribes.

The unusual and iconic black & white mosque, Kfar Kama

They were traditionally good horsemen and we heard about a tradition where a young man would have to swoop up a young woman onto the back of his horse as he was riding by if they were to be engaged.

We next went to the Druze village of Peki’in. There is only one Jew left in the village, an old woman, and she has sole access to the key that unlocks the synagogue. She was supposed to let us in (and there was another tour group of Yeshiva girls waiting also), but she was nowhere to be found. Our guide even stood in the middle of the street calling up to what she thought was her apartment. “Hello, we’re to see the synagogue! Do you have the key? Can you let us in?” (in Hebrew, of course).

Flying the Israeli & Druze flags

A view of the outside of the synagogue . . . Never did make it in.

We stopped at a soap & cosmetics factory, Savta Gamila (Grandma Gamila), and met Savta herself. She spoke to us about being a woman business owner, and hiring local people to make her products, but also how her products are sold all over the world. I think she said it was a top seller in Japan. She uses all natural, organic ingredients that are supposed to cure all kinds of skin ailments. Maybe so, maybe so . . .

Savta Gemilah

We ended our tour with a scrumptious lunch at a Druze restaurant. The owner spoke with us about the Druze religion & culture, but couldn’t answer all of our questions because there is a secret component to the religion. We’ve written about it here before. At the end of the meal, he served us a special Druze tea with 20 different ingredients, but which was somehow perfectly clear. It also was supposed to have healing properties. Perhaps, perhaps . . .

Fulbrighters having a Druze meal.

Galgalatz continues to make car trips baffling.  It’s like listening to an iPod set to shuffle, but the iPod is maybe only 15 gigabytes, so the owner keeps deleting recent hits in favor of new ones.  He never gets around, however, to deleting the older songs, so it keeps playing a few minor hits from the past 40 years while leaving out songs that made a lasting impact.  Maybe he only has The Who on vinyl, so he never ripped “My Generation.”

Yesterday, I heard “The Age of Aquarius” from Hair for the umpteenth time, then last night, it was “Summer Nights” from Grease.  Sarah still fantasizes that one day she’ll play Sandy, or at least Rizzo, on Broadway, so that I couldn’t hear much of the actual radio over her enthusiastic vocalizations.  We were almost home when this came on, so she was very glad that we got stuck at a red light. This was followed without pause by “Grenade” by Bruno Mars (really, this is what passes for lyrics?). Then today, You Don’t Own Me, by Lesley Gore, for the third time since we’d been in Israel–in my previous life, I only knew “It’s My Party,” but her deep cuts live on in the cars and shopping malls of Israel.

As I’ve written before, Fulbright treats the fellows impressively well. Last week, they organized a 2 day tour of the Galil for us with stops at places that are not on the typical tour group itinerary. The theme was the many cultures of Israel–more than you might expect.

We boarded the bus near the University in Haifa, meeting the rest of the group who had boarded in Tel Aviv. Our friendly & knowledgeable guide greeted us with croissants.

Our first stop was the Church of the Annunciation in Nazareth. This church is special for combining the ancient and the modern. It has 2 sanctuaries, one on top of the other. The Grotto is the bottom level and is believed to be Mary’s childhood home, or a cave where she lived. The top level is modern and filled with art from around the world.

Modern stained glass windows in the Church of the Annunciation, Nazareth

Various countries' interpretation of the madonna & child icon

Each country contributed their own interpretation. The jacket of the Japanese madonna in the piece on the left is pearl mosaic.

After the church, we had a private meeting with the assistant mayor of Nazareth. It was a very warm reception with coffee and more croissants. He gave us his honest opinion of the state of Israeli-Arabs in Israel, particularly Christian Arabs and the most important issues facing them today. He touched on the exacerbation of many of the problems by extremists/fundamentalists from all political groups and focused on how the majority of people have no animosity to members of other groups. Interestingly, he also emphasized the importance of education and employment for Arab women. We ran out of time before I had a chance to ask a question, but I wanted to know if there was a role for Israeli-Arabs in the new Egyptian government as consultants or advisors (the trip was just a day or two after the protesters occupied Tahrir square in Cairo) — whether Egyptians would accept help from Arab politicians from the nearest democracy or whether the Israel barrier was too great.

After Nazareth, we went to Kibbutz Merhavia near Afula for a delicious lunch at the restaurant “Nishnosh”. There was a plaque on the dining hall saying that Golda Meir had worked in the kitchen. On our way into the kibbutz, our bus was held by security who were investigating a “suspicious” thermos that someone had left on the roundabout. They contained the thermos and then blew up the contents. Very reassuring to know that the security personnel take ostensibly innocuous things so seriously.

watching the security personnel from the side of the road

After lunch we traveled to Kibbutz Dovrat to see and participate in a show by percussionist Michael Bar-Am. He has traveled all over the world collecting & playing percussion instruments.

At the end, we all got instruments and played our own concert.

That evening we had dinner and stayed in a museum/hotel in Tiberias called Dona Gracia. The hotel is dedicated to preserving the memory of Dona Gracia, a murano (secret Jew during the inquisition) born in Lisbon in 1510, and we attended an evening program where we learned about her life.

Dona Gracia married another murano who was a banker in Antwerp. When her husband died young, Dona Gracia herself became a successful & wealthy business woman. That in itself was impressive for the time, but in addition, she stopped hiding her Jewish identity. We learned that because she was constantly persecuted, either for religious reasons or because rulers of various countries wanted her money, she was constantly on the move. Eventually she found refuge in Turkey where she started a center for the Jewish community, became the richest Jewish woman in the world (at the time), and a favorite of the Sultan. So favored, that he gave her the city of Tiberias. And that is how we ended up staying at the Dona Gracia hotel in Tiberias. Dona Gracia envisioned creating a home in Tiberias for the diaspora. As the woman who gave us the lecture about Dona Gracia pointed out, this was 300 years before Herzl envisioned a Jewish state. As if the lecture wasn’t interesting enough as is, we got to dress up in period costume from the various places that Dona Gracia traveled. Here is a group shot:

2010-11 Israel Fulbrighters & families in costume, Tiberias

Spring has sprung. We have been having some amazing rainfall, but luckily it mostly occurs during the week and we can spend the weekend outside.

5 Feb. 2011, picnic lunch on Bat Galim promenade, Haifa

Malbin Sculpture Garden, Haifa, Israel

Ursula Malbin's "peace garden" is the first public sculpture garden in the world dedicated solely to the works of a woman sculptor.

The garden is a sweet, quiet spot good for picnics, enjoying the view of the sea & the Galil, and fooling around with the sculptures

You might enjoy this little movie about the garden. . .

29 Jan 2011, Akko, Israel

HaDayagim Port, Akko

p.s. Noah recently updated his blog with 3 new photos

The next morning we all met back at the Kotel plaza for family photos with a photographer. Hadn’t happened in 10 years and may not happen for another 10! Stay tuned for the results . . .

We (Sarah, Roy, Noah) and Zaydie & Roz then went on a walking tour of the old city with a great guide (Danny from the NewEurope free tours – look them up at the Jaffa gate). The tour lasted about 3 hours and focused on the history of the 4 quarters of the old city: Armenian, Jewish, Muslim & Christian. I will leave that history for another blog . . .

columns on the Cardo

The rebuilt Hurva (ruin) synagogue "like a phoenix from the ashes" A synagogue was built on this site in the 1700's, destroyed when the congregation couldn't pay its debt, rebuilt in the 1900's, destroyed by the Arab legion in 1948, and finally rebuilt and reopened last year.

urn of Sachlab, a warm drink made from orchid bulbs, Arab shuk, Jerusalem

lambajin & zaatar pitas, Arab shuk, Jerusalem

When Muslims return from the haj, they decorate the outside of their homes to commemorate this important religious milestone

Noah was amazing and did the entire tour without one complaint. He even walked all the way to Ben Yehuda St. from the old city after some fortifying hot cocoa at the Mamilla mall. That evening, we had a farewell dinner with the American contingent at a great Thai place in the German Colony of Jerusalem. See you back in the states this summer!

cousins!

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