Time Lapse – Thoughts for 2024

It’s been awhile since I used this platform. Ten years ago In 2014 I took a leap and joined a group of Israeli women on a trip to India.

I wanted to share my emotions and impressions. I experience meditation and Yoga in a new environment. Since then I would mostly write about art and travel. Art is a subject that feeds my soul. Through travel I get to explore and discover new traditions, new customs and a lot more.

Today we celebrate the new year for the trees, Tu Bishvat. It’s a sign of renewal and growth. Today we also mark 111 since October 7th. 111 days that Israeli hostages are in the hands of terrorists. I wear a dogtag: Bring them home, we put blue ribbons on the trees to remind the world that we do not forget those taken hostage. Our soldiers are in Gaza fighting the terrorists, bombing armor stashed in tunnels.

Since October 7th when Israel was attacked by Chamas terrorists who did not discriminate between civilians to soldiers, between children and adults, between women and men, I have been itching to go.

It was the first time since moving to the US that I felt the need to be home. Although I have build  a beautiful home with my husband Geoffrey and we raised three kids and have grandchildren, somehow the country I was born at- Israel will always be home.

I was anxious and worried about the fate of the country. I knew that I needed to go and do something . I felt that as an Israeli citizen I need to join my brothers and sisters in defending our land in any way possible.

I flew on November 7 and landed at 6:30 am. Driving to my mom’s apartment I was struck at the emptiness in the airport, only El Al plains were flying , on the way to get my passport stamped, rows of photos of the hostages lined the path. The traffic to Tel Aviv was light, the Israeli flags adorned every street corner and billboard. On Independence Day it is a custom to hang the flag but this time it was for solidarity. Everyone is united with one goal in mind. Together we will win.

On Hanukah there is a song, we came to erase the darkness , in our hands we have light and fire, everyone is a little light and together we are strong light. 

The first place I went was the “Chamal (war room) Diskiot (Dogtag) “, volunteers ,mostly women sat in rows and packed dog tags that said, bring them home now. The money raised form selling them will go to the families of the hostages. Around 240 hostages were taken by Hamas, the number changes as sometimes a person who was considered hostage is found dead. Since the beginning of the war 87 Israelis were released. Hamas still has 137 hostages , among them 11 foreigners, 2 babies under 18, 114 between the ages of 19-74 and 10 above 75 . There are 20 women and 117 men in total.

In the evening I went to sit with the hostage families. The square in the from of the Tel Aviv museum is now called Hostages square. Different art installations were made to raise awareness and keep the hostages on the front page. A shabbat table was constructed with 243 seats , baby seats among them. Some of the hostage families sleep in tents. 

The square is facing the main army headquarters where the prime minister security council meet.

The next day I was picked up by Ofer who was one of the organizers of the demonstrations that took place almost at the same place as the hostage families seats.  All the energy and desire to change is now working towards helping the 250,000 displaced families from the south who either lost their home or don’t have a safe room or safe place to run in case of missile attack.

We drove to Givaat Haviva, it is a civil society organization that strive to create a model society I Israel, emphasizing the importance of a jewish and Arab shared society. They run education programs and house both Israeli and Arab children. Their program stopped and they house refugees form Ashkelon. They created kindergarten for the kids and signed the order kids to school nearby. These people left their home with nothing much. They put each family in a small room with bunk beds with no kitchen and no washing machine. They got donations of machines and cloths. A kindergarten was created for the kids so the parents can look  a job nearby.

Next we drove to Binyamina to visit another Chamal, where volunteers are calling families who had to leave their homes, they did not want to go to a hotel so they try to find an alternative place for them, asking questions like do you have a dog? how many Children?  

On the way to Tel Aviv I stopped at Chamal brothers in arm, at the beginning of the war they took over a hangar that used to be for exhibitions and filled it with cloths, diapers, toys, army supply, by the time i arrived, a month after the war started they also occupied a floor that a high tech company donated and there, they divided the rooms by needs, one room was to deal with the hostage families, so if someone wanted AirPods , someone was sent to buy and deliver it. Another room was for ordering army supplies to the emergency preparedness squad, in another room they worked with the tax authorities in the airport to release the equipment that arrives for the army . 

It was Thursday evening, I heard of a woman who is cooking kosher food for the refugees in one of the hotels and also to Gaza for the soldiers.

I grabbed my friend Aya and we drove to the south of Tel Aviv to help her cook the meals. Someone was going to pick it up at 2 am to drive it to Gaza.

Friday morning I went to see an installation at another Tel Aviv institution Habima square where the philharmonic plays and the national theatre performs are closed , all the actors/ singers are traveling to the refugees and army bases to try to uplift everyone’s spirits. Restaurants are closed , No one has any desire to go out. This installations of empty beds has 241 beds.

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The “empty beds” art installation consists of 241 beds, equivalent to the number of kidnapped men, women, children, and infants being held in captivity by hamas-isis in gaza. The beds portray the unbelievable size, dimension and vastness of our disaster. And the magnitude of our call to action that is – To bring every last one home now!

The creator and visionary behind the installation is the artist and sculptor Eran Webber, who partnered with strategist Vered Huri. Together, they launched the installation for the families of kibbutz nir oz and all the families of the abducted men and women. The installation amplifies the cries of the abducted and their families and is intended to keep the issue on the global agenda.  It’s called, empty beds, a bed is home, its the place where my day and your day ends but also starts. But now we don’t have day and no night.The artist Eran Weber create it with Vered Churi.

I continued to the hostage square to take part in Kabbalah Shabbat where the chief army cantor performed and some hostage families talked .In the middle there was a siren and we all walked into the shelter and stayed there for 10 minutes. Near by we heard a boom and later found out that a piece of a rocket fell on a car, the person inside got hurt as she did not get out fast enough. 

Life goes on, Kabalat Shabat continued.

On Sunday I drove to Jerusalem to visit the Chamal yerushalmi. First stop was at the culture center which in regular day has the Nisan Nativ theatre school but now they converted the space to a makeshift clothing store. The evacuees would come and take whatever they need. Shoes, sweaters etc . We have to remember that they left their house empty handed with one set of cloths.

In the performance hall the hanger with different items are housed  families sen da list of what they need.

The Chamal head quarters are housed in the Bezalel school architecture  building.

In the evening I joined a group of JDC board members who flew for 48 hours to see the work on the ground.

The first evening we heard form two hostage families, Romy Leshem Gonen ’s mother Merav told us that her Arabic gardener helped locate romy’s cell phone and sadly they realized that she was kidnappped, she is still in Gaza. During Hanukah I read in the Israeli papers that her grandma is pleading with Galant to bring her back. How can she survive in captivity for so long (64 days). They live in Kefar Veradim which is in the north, Romy was kidnapped form the festival.Next we heard from Rachel Baruch whose husband Ariel was kidnapped form the festival as well. He called her at 6:30am and said he will come home early because of rockets , he was in Miflasim 2 km from sderot. When she called him later , a person answered the phone in Arabic and said allla akbar. She understood that he was taken.She has a five year old at home who is asking where is dad?Her brother in law said it is like living in the dark.

They believe that all will be back. 

We heard form Ofrat Berman from the hostage forum.They have a support system of volunteers who provide phycological help and anything they need.

The company: Checkpoint gave a building to the hostage forum and they give economic support as well. The HMO’s have a file on each hostage with their medical information so they can be prepared when they will be released and can access each person’s condition before and after.

Next we heard form Miri Eisen who is a retired colonel of the Israel defense forces with background in military intelligence. She said that the chamas charter equals the prisoners of Zion. The number of hostages is unprecedented and there is nothing to compare. There are hundred of people in dozens locations. There are more then one terror group who is holding them.  . We have not seen this kind of atrocities. Her analysis is alarming. We have. Long road to destroy Hamas and Israel has to do it in a systematic way.War is a terrible thing.

JDC focus on mid term and long term intervention. They work in partnership with the municipalities, goverment ministries and UJA .They coordinate with the hotels to which the evacuees were send and create different programs.

On Monday morning we drove to the Dead Sea.

Each community is housed in a different hotel. There are 2500 kids age 0-18. 

We first visited a spa that was converted into a center for disabled kids age 4-8. In place of the products we see children books and toys.

We then met Tomer who created a school where a solarium for glamping was there . The school was build in three days with support from the education ministry. The principal is form Kibbutz Beeri. It’s a place where the kids can be to get support by talking to each other and getting hugs. It is build across the road from the hotel where they were evacuated to . At the beginning they were reluctant to leave the hotel but slowly they came.

The next hotel were people form Sederot. Some of then are in the hotel and some are in other places like Netanyahu and Tel Aviv. They created a center where anyone can get help regarding their rights.

The next hotel was the David hotel where Kibuutz Beeri evacuees stay. The kibbutz had 1000 house holds , 30% were killed or abducted and their homes were ruined. They cannot go back to the kibbutz as it is war zone. Some were aloud to check on their home and needed an army escort to get in.

JDC build a kindergarten in place of the dining hall. Each kid got a back pack with his /her name.

We met with Izik Who manages  the psychological department for the area that was hit. He is from kibbutz in Zurim, this kibbutz was evacuated to Eilat. On October 7 he went for a walk, his knee heart so he went back to the kibbutz and at the entrance he heard the red alert. He lay down behind the garage for fifteen minutes and then called his wife who was in a different home and she told him to go into the main office of the head of Eshkol region. While he was in the safe room he heard what was happening in the municipality. He lost hundred of patients and friends. His son told him that they kidnapped a neighbor. His family was saved because they live in a smart home and saw the terrorists on the camera. The terrorist got scared and ran away. His family was saved but no one came to help for a long time. The first people who came to help were the Joint. They went to all the hotels and gave immediate professional help.They try to teach the parents how to deal with their kids. One of the tools they use is the HUBUKI doll, it is  a way for the family to connect and help their kids express their pain. The kids hug the doll and pretend that they take care of the doll. When they are in a safe environment they can relax.The parents learn how to communicate to their child through the doll.

The JDC also mobilized the youth movements in helping to organize the younger kids.

On Tuesday morning we went down to Kibutz Brosh where there is an elderly day center which was reopened . People form near by kibutz kedar and Kibutz Asher which are 17 KM from the border come and have few hours of activities. 

Eshel also works with the caregivers. Some caregivers were kidnapped and some left the country. Eshel developed webinars for to help with care for the elderly.

We had lunch with soldiers form the artillery division. They shoot missles into Gaza.

We then drove to Ofakim. The terrorist drove on the Main Street and shot at anyone who was walking on the road to synagogue. The police was trying to fight , many policemen died. In front of a house where someone died there is a memorial candle.

We met a woman whose daughter in law came to visit her with her 6 kids , one of them an infant of 6 months. 

She climbed to the second floor and help the kids go on the roof through a window and they were saved .

The terrorists through a grenade into the house which made it inhabited but did not get to the kids.

We then visited a new center that was created for rthe community where they can spend time talking about their situation. An artist created a wall where the citizens can express their fear and horror.

Many companies and individuals volunteer to pick vegetables and fruits as the Palestinian workers are not aloud to enter and Thai workers , some left the country. Soon it will be time to plant for the next season.

I talked to an Israeli friend yesterday, although it has been months since I was there are still have hostages in Gaza, missiles are shot into the country in the South and the North. Some restaurants opened but overall the joyous life that we are used to see in Tel Aviv and other cities is not there.

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Traveling to see Art from West to East

It seems that February was a month of traveling. What better way to get some vitamin D then to go where the sun is shining.  You’d think that going to LA would fit the bill, but to my surprise it was cold and rainy. It was the art that brightened my visit. Frieze, is an art fair that originated in London then expanded to New York a few years ago and in 2019 opened in LA. Logical, becasue many NY galleries have already opened a satellite gallery in Los Angeles. The Art Newspaper called the arrival of Frieze Los Angeles a turning point in the art world’s tense relationship with the entertainment industry. Afterall, we all like to read the gossip about which actor/actress was spotted at the Miami Art Basel or at the auction house. The art world is changing but at the heart of it is the artist so lets see what caught my eye.

I arrived few days before the fair opened and visited The Marciano Foundation Art Collection which is housed in an old Masonic Temple. There was an interesting installation of works by Ai Wei Wei called “life Cycle”. In the middle of the room there was a boat made of bamboo with figures of people and animals. It is Ai’s response to the global refugee crisis. All around, suspended from the wall and ceiling, were figures crafted from bamboo and silk porraying mythical creatures from the mountains and the sea. When you walk down, you feel like you are at the bottom of the world, or maybe in a womb passing through the cycle of life. A quote from Kevin Gilbert: “Unity” 1994 was displayed: ” I’m the tree you are me with the land and the sea we are one life not three in the essence of life we are one”.

 

The morning Frieze opened, the sky opened as well. We were given pink umbrellas and walked from the parking lot on Paramount Pictures studios. We spotted Jodi Foster and Brad Pitt … but aren’t we here for the art? Well, there was a lot of it.  I will share some of the images later. It seems that the fair took over the whole studio and when we walked out of the main building there were pop up restaurant like Roberta from Brooklyn. There was also art hanging, literally from the building (yes, like hanging laundry..)

 

 

I left LA and after a short stop in NY flew to visit my Mom in Israel. The Israel Museum had a show called: Maimonides: A legacy in Script. One may ask, isn’t this supposed to be in a library? We walked into a dark room filled with manuscripts of the Mishnah, The Guide for the Perplexed and more. All had incredible illustrations and beautiful calligraphy. The first manuscript: “Commentary on the Mishnah is believed to be written by Maimonides himself. He labored over his commentary on the Mishnah mostly during his travels till he got to Egypt but continued updating and proofreading. There was magic in the air. A hard to describe feeling of awe.

The writing was in Hebrew which I could read and date illuminations added to the text.

 

We continued to see what else the museum is presenting. There was a show of Russian Avant-Garde and Beyond titled Victory Over the Sun.  Art that was created during the 20th century. With a focus on the emergence of the art movements that accompanied the historical and political upheavals in the country. The linear drawings are strong and are reminicent of art in other parts of the world at the same time.

 

The last exhibit we visited was called Manifesto by the artist Julian Rosenfeldt.

The artist revisited dozens of 20th century manifestos examining their relevance and power today. The artist Cate Balanchett performs the monologues as different characters.

There are like 20 videos, each touching on a different art movement which as a whole gives us a picture of the world we are living in today. It’s a powerful representation of the 20th century.

I felt as though I was in school. The images starting from the writing of Maimonides to the Manifesto left me with questions and a desire to explore and learn.

I am back in New York. The ground is covered with snow but it seems that art shows are sprouting everywhere. The Armory show starts on March 7 and so is Nada and much more to come.  More material for my next post.

 

AGE-ING: Is it a numbers game?

It all started with a car. My old SUV died and I chose a sport two door roadster. I don’t remember the last time I felt so selfish in choosing something that is going to be hard to share with my grown kids.

A smile was on my friend’s face when he saw the car and asked: does someone have a midlife crisis? I just smiled back. I was puzzled and reflected…. really?? But I turned 60 last year. We all know that 50 is midlife, I am well past it.

The definition for AGE is: “a period of human life, measured by years from birth, usually marked by a certain stage or degree of mental or physical development and involving legal responsibility and capacity” and if we use it as verb to age means to grow old as “she is aging rapidly” (I hope not) or “the wine ages slowly” or “fear aged him overnight”.(The last definitions touches on age as number.)

When we approach 60 we are treated as OLD. Is it Ageism? Ageism is defined as a discrimination against persons of a certain age group or tendency to regard older person as debilitated, unworthy of attention, or unsuitable for employment.

I love numbers and I always try to find hidden meanings. In my twenties I went to University, married and had kids. In my thirties I raised a family. Family raising lasted till almost 50. I saw my job as wife/mother/organizer/volunteer/interior designer/chef/cook/party-planner /artist/collector. None of these were paid in the monetary sense but were appreciated by my family and friends who participated or enjoyed the results of all these interests. In the world we live in there is not much appreciation for us/ women who devote half of their life to the family. The problem arose when my kids grew and started their own life. What am I going to do next? Shall I get a job? Do I want to get involved with volunteer projects? Shall I go back to school? A lot of exciting options but I am still faced with a society who looks at my grey hair and sees OLD.

Just writing this word makes my skin crawl. We need to find a new definition for those of us between 60-70+. We are at the “next prime” as a friend said. We need to find a word that will encompass positivity. A word that a 30 or 40 year old will say: “Whoa this 60 year old is incredible!”.

We need to ask ourselves: how old do we feel? Do we care about our chronological age? If the people around me consider me “old” what does it mean?

I invite your comments. Let me know your thoughts. It doesn’t matter how old you are, what matters is the attitude. Our population is growing and we are living longer. A Rocking chair is not the only way to express our vitality.

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I was privileged to see the new production of Fiddler on the Roof Starring Danny Burstein and Jessica Hecht. Adam Kantor is amazing as Motel the tailor and when he sang Miracle of Miracles I realized that this song was a direct rendering of a favorite Midrash, which I am happy to share.

Rabbi Yehudah bar Simon began: (Psalms 68:7) “God maketh the solitary to dwell in a house”. A matron asked R. Yosi bar Halfa, saying to him: “How many days did it take the Holy One Blessed be Him to create the world?” He said to her: “[to] Six days, as it is written (Exodus 20) “Because six days God made the heavens and the earth.” She said to him: “What has He been doing since that hour and now?” He said to her: “The Holy One blessed be He sits and matches matches; the daughter of this…

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Art-Spring??

I will start this post with an unpublished post from last year:

“It’s April and although they say:”April showers brings May flowers” the sky is grey and it is hard to believe that we will ever get some sun and that the buds will come out from the frozen ground.  To lift me out of my melancholic mood it was time to find some art that will bring flowers into the world.   The Brooklyn Museum has two great shows: “Kehinde Whiley” show which is called “A New Republic” and Basque’s “The Unknown notebook”.

It’s April 2016, and you’d think nothing changed.  It’s like in the movie, “Groundhog Day”. Each April we think the weather will warm up but NOOOOO, we need a winter coat when venturing outdoors. Storm King sculpture park opens its door April 6th as one of the signs of change. Like daffodils coming from the ground.

Museums open the season with interesting shows. The Met at Bauer which opened at the “old” Whitney building with a show called “Unfinished”. It’s an historical review of works that the artist left deliberately unfinished  or let us the viewer decide left to our imagination.

Michelangelo work is divine, the image is so angelic.

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Andy Warhol leaves us wondering whether we will get a complete guitar image if we just follow the numbers.

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Picasso lets us wonder if his painting of man gazing at a semi nude  model is indeed a partial work or he really intended it to be partly penciled in and to think the it was painted on a dish towel.

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The Moma opened with two shows Edgar Degas: A Strange New Beauty

Degas is familiar with his ballerinas but he is a master using a monotype print technique. We can see the phases of the work, first it’s the black and white drawing and then the adding of color. Degas made these monotypes in 1818 as a way of searching for a new way to capture new life. You can see that what’s important is the process of innovation and less the finished product.

The other artist that is  having a retrospective and  was unfamiliar to me is :

Marcel Broodthaers: A Retrospective. A “forest” of palm trees welcomes the viewer. Marcel is Belgian. He takes us through his mind and gives us a glimpse at his thoughts. His works were created at the time when other artists did Pop and Minimalistic Art. He turns to poetry and ask “what is art?”. His answer is whimsical and playful. He plays with modules/eggs as objects that hide something. He pays homage to Magritte’s pipe and the folk tale of the raven and the fox. He created an installation that one feels like walking into the fable, surrounded by the words that describe it. He continues creating his own museum. His art is apolitical and poetic. A must see.

 

The Jewish Museum brings lots of color in the form of Isaac Mizrahi: An Unruly History; Isaac Mizrahi fashion designs from the 70’s and 80’s. One can imagine wearing these today. His fabric boards which welcome the visitor let us enter his world and we can feel as though we might be designing the fabric.

The weather continues to play tricks on me. The sun is out but you still need to wear a winter coat and add a scarf and gloves. Next I will be walking in and out of the galleries in Chelsea so hopefully it will get warmer…

 

Marrakesh – a kingdom unto itself

It takes four hours from Rabat to Marrakesh. The road goes through Casablanca and what a better way to pass the time then to watch the movie Casablanca!  As Rick was saying goodbye to Ilsa we entered the red city. The first stop when we arrived to Marrakesh was Jardin de Majorelle or as it is known: YSL garden. In 1923 Jacques Majorelle decided to live in Marrakesh, he purchased a palm grove and asked the architect Paul Sinoir to build an artist studio in Art Deco style. In 1980 YSL acquired the garden and restored it and installed a Berber museum in it. The “Majorelle Blue” with green palm trees and cactus cast a magic spell when you enter  the garden. It is the perfect first step into this mysterious city.


Marrakesh is more of a tourist city then the other cities we visited. The weather is warmer and there are palm trees everywhere.

We continued with a tour of the mellah and visited the only synagogue left inside the walls . There used to be 35 synagogues. As the community shrunk they closed. We were told that there is a daily minyan.

When I found out that the Marrakesh Biennale will take place during our trip I booked a tour. Their Biennale is spread among five sites. We visited two of them which were located in old palaces. I will write about the art in a different post. As it is Friday we got ready for shabbat and joined the Ohayon family for Kabalat Shabbat.

Marrakesh is known for palaces and magnificent hotels. We visited the Mamounia hotel and had a cooking class at La Madison Arab . I  know there are many more palaces and grant hotels to explore and we only scratched the surface.

Saturday morning we drove towards the Atlas Mountains to visit a Berber village. The guide explained that that the Jews arrived to Morroco as merchants and settled in small villages all around the mountains. These are humble dwellings. The houses were build from mud. We visited Zohara who demonstrated the art of making Moroccan tea. As a tea lover I found it fascinating as she did not use any measuring but only her hands and estimated the timing by the color.

The medina in Marrakesh starts with the Djemaa El Fena  Square. Water sellers, fortune tellers, snake charmers and henna ladies welcome the visitor even before entering the shouk. I was looking for the traditional tea pot which I found and got some glasses. I will practice the Moroccan tea serving with the mint from my garden.

The trip is almost over. It’s been an incredible journey. This country is mysterious  yet magical, complex and intriguing.

There is more to explore so maybe I will be back…

 

TO LIFE

It’s almost 30 days since my uncle ( Dod Amy) passed away. He was my mother’s younger brother. He was battling brain cancer for the last two years . When my mom called to tell me that she went to visit him , she was crying and found it hard to describe the way he looked. She said that his touch was soft, he could hardly smile but his blue eyes shined. When my cousin called to tell me that my uncle sailed to the other world I changed my plans and was on the next plane to Israel. This was mid October. My original plans were to come at the end of October  to celebrate Ima’s birthday but being with her during this time was important. Tears of sorrow mix with tears of joy welcomed me when I stepped off the elevator, as my mom said , now I got you for extra two weeks.

During the shiva I spend lots of time with my mom, my aunt and cousins. My uncle was a great person. He loved life. He loved his family and loved spending time at sea.

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My mom tells a story how he always loved tinkering and fixing or building stuff. One day when they could not find him at the end of the school day, they did finally discover he was busy fixing a clock. He wrote beautiful letters to his grandkids.One in particular was timely. He wrote it 20 years ago on the week that Yitchak  Rabin , the prime minister of Israel was murdered. He wrote to his grandson that it was the worst week in Israel he remembers. The prime minister was killed by a Jew. He also tells about putting his sandals away and wearing  socks and shoes as the weather got cold. Nov 4th 2015 marked the 20 year since Rabin was murdered. Saturday night October 30 there was a rally for democracy and peace at Kikar Rabin. The tel aviv municipality put photos of Rabin in the square , you can see how Rabin life interweaves into Israel history. The crowd was a mix of young scouts and older people from the right but mostly left.  President Clinton  was the guest speaker. He spoke of the special relationship he had with Rabin and the need to continue on the path for peace. Yonathan Ben Arzi, Rabin’s grandson called for the need to change. Singers sang and the narrator stressed the need to unite and speak in one voice, voice of peace, because if we don’t change the murderer has achieved his mission. We can not be divided. It was powerful and exciting to stand and be counted.

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Today November 11 we will celebrate my mom’s birthday. I wish her a long healthy life. May she have lots of nachas from her grandkids and great grandkids. My mom is an inspiration with her smile and caring for us all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IMA, TO 120.

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The Power of Water

Halong Bay is three hours from Hanoi. Once we get out of the city see rice fields and Buffalo grazing. We stop at a rest stop which really is a shopping trap for tourists.  You need to spend half an hour there in the hope that you’ll buy an embroidered picture or a semi precious gem. One can define it as “Capitalism” at it’s best..
Halong translates as ‘where the dragon descends into the sea’, and legend claims the islands of Halong Bay were created by a great dragon from the mountains. As the dragon charged towards the coast, its flailing tail gouged out valleys and crevasses. When it finally plunged into the sea, the area filled with water, leaving only the pinnacles visible.

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We boarded a “junk” sailing boat for the overnight exploration.
There is a mystical atmosphere as you look at the islands that pop out from the water at different perspectives. For a close look at the limestone rocks we take a kayak. It was a lesson in coordinating strokes as no one wanted to fall into the bay. We saw a floating fishing village although some boats were stuck on shore..

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The next morning we went back to Hanoi and flew south to Da-Nang. Da-Nang is the third biggest city. We did not stay there but arrived at the most amazing resort – The Nam Hai. There are three infinity pools ending at the beach… breath-taking.

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These are the best beaches in Vietnam by the China sea. Hoi-An is a historical village 15 minutes away which is another shopping mecca.  You can get a suit or shoes made in 24 hours . We took a tour of some old houses. It seems that the architecture of the house did not change there is a long room which is divided between living/bedroom and kitchen in the back.

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Half an hour bike ride took us through palm tree field, rice fields and into a farming village. The farmers grow rice for their own consumption, raise chickens, pigs , banana trees, papaya trees, lemon grass, basically anything they eat they grow.

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We were treated to a home-cooked meal of spring rice rolls and learned how to make rice by separating the husk till the white kernel emerges.
We then continued biking to a vegetable garden village where they grow vegetables to sell at the local market.

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we could see how the Viet-Cong were able to hide in between the palms or rice fields and come out at night.
Most days we woke up to a gray sea but on our last day the sun came out so we indulged in a day of rest, it is a vacation after all.

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अलविदा alavidā -Good bye in hindi

It is our last day, again we start with a 6 am drive from Jaisalmer to Jodphur, board a plane to Mumbai then a flight to Israel.

It is a bitter-sweet goodbye, two weeks adventure. India is a complex place, there are lots of contradictions, lots of mysteries, lots to learn. It is so different but yet familiar. Hinduism starts with one g-o-d and there is all the deities each one with it’s own face, like “elilim”,is that what Abraham broke when he affirms the belief in one god.

Mindfulness tours was the name of our tour and indeed in each city, each temple, one cannot escape the notion that there are layers upon layers of meanings. We were 21 strangers that became friends, cared for each other and learned to accept the differences.

The literature festivals in Jaipur, we saw the future, the generation that tries to break from old traditions. At the women’s gno we saw how hard it is to elevate the woman’s place in the society, education is a key to advancement.

The palaces and forts are a symbol of the rich past but not all of them are well kept, some are dilapidated structures and then we see the Taj which is a magnificent building that draws lots of visitors. Some are keeping with the arranged marriage tradition and some are trying to break away from the caste system.

As I am sitting on the plane to Tel Aviv, full of Israelis, some who finished a three month’s vacation through the south beaches and some who were on a tour of the country. India is a big country and we only covered the Rajasthan area. Will I come back to explore more? Maybe the north where the Dali Lama sits or visit the golden temple where they serve 100,000 people food with no charge.

I can’t say yes or no but one thing I know that the effect of this trip will continue to make me think and be puzzled.

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Going south-Udaipur-

6AM and we are on the way to the train that will take us to southern Rajasthan-the land of kings.
As a matter of fact we landed in Mumbai and went north to Jaipur which is the capital .
The landscape changes, there are no green fields of wheat or yellow flowers we saw from Agra to Jaipur but rather desert like sceneary, some trees but mostly dry land.
As we get closer the white magnificence of the palaces appears.
We drive through narrow streets up and down alleys towards our hotel which sits on the lake.
As we enter The Jagat Niwas Palace we think we are on the set of the improved Marigold hotel ( some of us saw Judi Densh in Jaipur filming the sequal).
We go on a boat ride, see the palace , unfortunately it is closed as the prince is getting married tomorrow.
The mountains around reminds of Italy, There is the summer palace which sits in the middle of the lake but alas it is converted into a fancy hotel.
We have a Rajasthan diner on the roof of another hotel by the lake looking at the palace.
I am not a big fan of Indian food but there is not much choice so I tried the daal which is basically lentil soup in yellow orange sauce, basmati rice, paneer with spinach and some spicy vegetables, desert is these round sugary balls .
As we leave we try the mix of fennel and sugar to cleanse our palate, it’s actually good, does the trick.

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