There is no place like home
I have not posted in a while and surprisingly some of you are waiting for me to. To those of you who were looking for more consistency I apologize. As mentioned from the onset this is for my catharsis and I needed to get upset again.
So were do I begin. I have spent the last week visiting family in different parts of the country. Had many adventures including what has become a yearly snow delay for me in Miami. This is not a bad thing as Miami is a great place to get snowed in. I must admit being back in Manhattan is nice but the more I am here the more I want to get back to Israel.
Shabbat was great. My sister and brother in law came to visit. We had good friends come over on Friday and then had lunch at Russ and Daughters at the Jewish Museum. This is only their third week of doing Shabbat lunch and if you like that kind of food, a real treat. I got very warm welcomes in all the shuls I went to and everyone wants to know what I and other Israeli's think about Trump. This makes me feel like I am in Israel because everyone there also wants to know what I think about Trump. The truth is I try not to think about him. No upside in that.
Overall the trip had been good so far.
Then I went to Brooklyn
Our friends had a party for their new grand daughter. I had mentioned in a previous post how one of the things that bothers me in Israel is how I can not be there for my friends for the good and bad times so it was nice to be able to be at this. The problem is driving in Brooklyn is the one circle of hell Dante forgot to mention ( it belongs somewhere after the 5th circle.)
It was snowing when we went. People complain about the driving in Israel and the truth is that I never drove there in the snow. I will tell you that people in Brooklyn have no respect for other drivers and more importantly pedestrians have no care for their own lives.
There is almost no jay-walking in Israel ( though i am doing my best to introduce it). Yet when I was in Brooklyn a woman went off the curb, against the light when it was snowing. It was a wonder she did not get hit. Parking is but a dream and worse than Tel Aviv which has an ample supply of parking lots. The upside is the Sephardic food at the party was great. They also had bagels and lox which confused me.
When I get to Brooklyn I tense up, my heart starts to race and I am just thinking about leaving. The best Sephardic food is not worth it but family and friends are.
Maybe
While I am here I also had to take care of some issues with insurance, banks and credit cards. In Israel it is hard for me to do this because of the language. Here the level of people doing these jobs has deteriorated to a point that I wish I did not speak English. It is actually easier for me to get help in Israel. There they fell bad for me because in Hebrew, I sound like someone who is developmentally challenged ( I need to say it that way or my kids get upset) and they eventually help. Here I just get the wrong information every time I call.
Sorry to all for not being in touch sooner . I will try to be more diligent in the future