Baby Therapy

Today I held a baby and attempted to feed him with a bottle. He was not a good feeder, and ended up just falling asleep in my arms. It was probably the highlight of my past week. It's been rough lately. Babies are amazing.

Red Sand

Jordan. Red desert. Bedouins. Camels. Petra.
Such a wide away of amazing experiences.

Friday (May 2nd) morning we made the trek to Eilat to the border crossing, and into Jordan. We had a general plan of what we wanted to do, with advice from friends who had already ventured that way.

Our taxi driver was very friendly, but sketchily so. When we told him our plans he took that to mean that he would organize our trip for us. This created a lot of confusion, frustration, and distrust as he arranged for rides we didn't ask for, but had to pay for, etc.Anyhow, we asked to be taken to an authentic Bedouin Camp in the Wadi Rum Desert to spend the night. What we were told would be 5 Jordanian Dinar for the night, dinner, and breakfast, turned into 25 Dinar as we were taken to a tourist "Bedouin camp." While not exactly what we expected as our Bedouin experience, we made the most of it and had a great time. We sat and relaxed while drinking tea for the afternoon. I got to ride a camel - much like riding a horse. My camel was a rare white, wise, and gentle camel...while the others were feisty, and even kicked the boy leading us in the leg. While the boy recovered, we saw the sunset over the desert mountains.

Night gave way a huge party of dancing around the bonfire with Jordanian students. It should be noted that only the boys (and the 4 of us Americans) were dancing, putting on quite the show for the women. And man, they could shimmy 100 times better than I ever could. Dinner was taken out of the ground - chicken that had been cooking under the sand for 2 days. Who needs a grill when you are in the desert? de.li.cious. I then slept out under the stars after being maliciously attacked by bugs in the tent.
We headed to Petra bright and early the next morning. Honestly, it was everything I expected it to be. I heard stories, and saw pictures of little people in front of huge structures (note me sitting in the Monastery in the above picture). Nevertheless, it was beautiful. The red rocks that the buildings were carved into gave it a little extra something. The walkway was lined with souvenir stands - a little annoying if you ask me. Two of the group stopped to have tea with a couple of Bedouins, while the other two of us continued the long climb up to the Monastery. There was the option of taking a "taxi" (a mule) up, but we decided to use our feet. The view once we got there was amazing, and the shop at the cliff viewpoint was playing Bob Marley - which was amazing and obviously called for a dance session.

We hurried down the mountain, taking the obligatory silly photos, in order to catch a cab to cross the border before it closed. I never thought I would be so happy to be crossing back into Israel. It was a mix of amazing sites, and being taken advantage of as a tourist. But we enjoyed it, and made it back in time to see the sunset over the Red Sea in Eilat.

Yom HaShoah

Today is Holocaust Memorial Day. I read an article about righteous gentiles to share with my class. It reminded me of a poem that hung on my Dad's office wall for as long as I can remember. I would sit there reading it over and over while I waited for computer pages to load. I find it extremely powerful, and it has influenced my beliefs today.

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out -

because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out -

because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out -

because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.

Martin Niemoller

Free Food!

Carob that I picked up from the sidewalk. Delicious and sweet once rinsed off. Just watch out of the seeds!

Chicken Bone?

Tonight ends the week-long observance of Pesach (Passover). It started with the Seder. My roommate who is also studying abroad did not have a Seder to attend (read as - she did not want to go to her extended family's Seder), so we decided that we would have our own Seder. She told us the 5 things we needed for the Seder plate: Boiled egg, Maror, Parsley, Apples and Walnuts, and a Chicken bone. Each item is symbolic.

So two of us ventured to the shuk that morning to gather our supplies for dinner and the plate. Although this is a little embarrassing to admit, we didn't know exactly which herb was parsley, so we asked the man at the stand. Since we were there we asked him what Maror was, and he pointed to something that looked like the heart of a cabbage - so we got it. Neither of us wanted to carry around a chicken bone for the day, so we decided we would figure that out later. Oh, and we were told to get wine, since during the ceremony each person is supposed to drink 4 glasses of wine. So we got sweet white wine - the only kind either of us actually likes - and only one bottle, because we didn't want to pay for two.

When we brought back our supplies we got an hysterical laugh from my roommate. Apparently by Maror she meant horseradish sauce. How were we supposed to know? And the wine is supposed to be red, because it symbolizes blood. We decided that the wine could symbolize the platelets part of blood instead. While preparing the plate I realized that we never did figure out that chicken bone thing. So I grabbed a carrot, broke it in half, and decided that kind of resembled a chicken bone. We cooked the dinner and were ready to go.

We did the whole ceremony, except drinking 4 gulps of wine instead of the 4 glasses as to not run out. There was a moment during the reading of the Haggadah when everyone is supposed to look at the chicken bone - so we looked at the carrot.

After the proceedings there were songs that were put to popular tunes with lyrics specific to Passover. They were hilarious and we sang them loud and boisterously with our oh-so-beautiful voices. It was a great time, albeit it makeshift.


It should be noted that while writing this blog post I decided to look up Maror. Turns out we were right!

Sea to Sea: Survivor Style

This past weekend started our two week vacation for Passover. We took advantage of the free hiking trip offered by Rothberg Office of Student Activities hiking club. Four days hiking from the Mediterranean Sea to the Sea of Galilee and camping out under the stars. It was as amazing as it sounds.
The experience was incredible. I had a fantastic time, despite some trying moments along the way:

The first day we came across an aquifer . Feeling adventurous a group of us decided to climb through the narrow opening into the mountain, wading through water with flashlights to see the source. Being afraid of water/drowning, this was not the best decision on my part. We got to a section where the ceiling of the cave was so low we had to crawl on our hands and knees with only our heads above water and inches between our heads and the cavernous roof. I had a little freak out and did not want to pass through this section - even though the ceiling got higher right after it. I wanted to head back...but they wouldn't let me. They wouldn't give me a flashlight. So there I was, having to decide between facing my fear or being left in a water-filled cave in the dark - alone. I don't know whether to call them encouraging, or just plain mean, but I got through and we eventually came to the source. Quiet, we could hear the water flow. As one of the Israelis exclaimed "that's the noise it makes right before it collapses." Thanks...a lot.
The third day, as my roommate calls it, was rock tobogganing. We were hiking cliffs, with a drop off on our right side, and a wall on our left, with about a 2 feet path in between. This "path" was composed of mostly boulders to climb/lunge up and down. Every once in a while we'd see a trail marker on some crazy high tower of boulders and just think "seriously?". One wrong step or slip could result in falling over a cliff. I found myself sliding down rocks on my butt to better navigate when foot holds were not evident. While I admit, I was scared at times - looking back on it now it was a lot of fun, like a puzzle.

My last personal trial was on the fourth and final day. They had a surprise in store for us: repelling! I was really excited, thought it would be so much fun. They had us stand on the edge of a cliff, lean back and back, and then start walking down the side of the cliff. I hated the whole way down. Maybe it was the lack of practice or direction. They had us jump right in. Of course I'm glad I did it, otherwise I would just wonder. I would even consider trying it again. But it was probably one of the scariest extended moments of my life - and I don't really even know why. These experiences are not what I am referring to when I say "survivor style." We were split up into 4 tribes. There was a challenge for all teams once a day, and then any team could challenge another team during the hike. Challenges included building the tallest structure using natural materials, who could pee the longest, trivia, crossing the "river", arm wrestling, wearing team hats and creating a team song. Some teams were competitive, some non-spirited, but it was a great idea, and I had a lot of fun with it. Go team Golani with red striped hats!

We came across a couple interesting groups of people. One was the Druze. A religious group in Northern Israel. Not much is known about their religion, as they will not talk about it with others. A big secret. They were barbecuing skews of meat and they gave us one to share as we passed by. All I can say was that it was the best thing I have ever eaten. The other, we refer to as the tree people. However, they refer to themselves as "The Greater Spirit." We found them literally hugging and singing to trees. The worship trees and found this area to be particularly spiritual. We heard their singing into the night as we woke for our fire-watching shifts. Interesting.I make the hike sound like this intense experience, but most of it was just hiking. Yes, up and down mountains and sometimes for 10 hours a day, but it was hiking. Outside, in nature, without technology, green, trees, natural springs, passing out on uncomfortable rocks during lunch breaks. A great way to relax and get to know new people and the country and culture of Israel. There was an amazing sense of accomplishment and pride as we made it to the top of the road for our first glimpse of the Sea of Galilee. The most amazing thing: I wasn't sore at all.

My Answer

For about two months I have been caught off guard by the almost daily question "What are you? What do you believe?" I feel flustered that I have to define myself solely on the basis of religion. I have to define myself by something I am not, something that gives no insight into who I am. Therefore I have not expressed myself well in my reply.
I think I finally have come up with a good response:

I am human. I believe in today. I believe in this life, that we should embrace what we have and make the most of it. I believe in people. I believe in freedom. I believe in love.