That was so cute. I was feeling sick as I left Israel, then as soon as I hit NYC turf, I started dancing, itching to move, to be greater than the limits of my skin. I'd been wondering where that had gone. Of course, I never sat still for that long in Israel... :)
Yep. I really do <3 ny.
But I also <3 Israel. They're both so different. They complement and complete each other. One is not better than the other (for me right now anyway). I mean, they took my people here too, and even in Eretz Yisroel we're still in exile.
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A few thoughts upon returning:
I feel like my whole flight was sanctified. It rained on both ends. And the last holy city I was in was tiveria. Wow.
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The retreat is like my Malava malca:) I get to ease my way back into NYC, cold turkey in or out is dangerous. (that's why Kabbalat shabbat is there:)
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Hmm... Pop music is so much better here. Granted half of what was on the radio was American, but it was all techno. Sounds the same after a while, although you can say the same thing about hip hop... And not everybody likes the "uhyuhyui" sarit hadad (but I do, and so do the karmel falafel joint people, and the group camping on kof amnon).
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My one regret (truly, I have no others, it's amazing:) is that I didn't film Ehad Ani Yodea for you. Granted, since I'm publicizing this I'd be more likely to get caught infringing on the copyright, but that was definitely one of the most powerful and exhilarating experiences of my trip. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to get into the ensemble, make Aliyah and make you pay to see me perform the piece;)
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