My aunt and grandma organized a huge family dinner out at our fave restaurant Achlla in Kfar Saba. SO many tiny plates of refillable salads that arrive with fresh laffa bread. Pickled carrots, corn salad, hummus, pickles, baba ganoush, cabbage salad, etc. In addition you can order meat skewers as sides to compliment everything. It was so great to meet up with so many relatives we hadn’t seen in many years. The icing on the cake was the spelling error on their English menu that sent us into hysterics ;).
The following day we trekked by train and tram into the old city of Jerusalem. The western wall remains a pillar of strength to its Jewish and non Jewish visitors alike. The cracks of Jerusalem stone overflowing with paper prayers, the women’s crying and touching the wall in angst. A spiritual awakening for some and for others a daily routine. Being swept up in the emotions is intense.
The kiddos preferred the dark corners and glittering allure of the marketplace and the Arab shook. We bartered for treasures and found special souvenirs to bring home to Canada. We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the old city, learning about the destruction of the second temple, touching the pillars that still remain and reading about the marketplace vendors that adorned the city in blank CE.
The kids were beat and headed home bellies full of overpriced ice cream with dad, while Duncan, Joe and I forged on to meet the cousins for dinner. A transit mishap ended us at the airport and back to Modiin where Joe and his sidekick rescued us and drove us to dinner. Alls well that ends well and the expression was never truer tonight!
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