Sweet Sweden and the memories she gave us back~

Posted on Thursday 9 August 2007

On July 27, 2007 I fulfilled a dream for my mother- one she never had the opportunity to do herself- I landed in Sweden bound for the arms of my mother’s bestfriend, Pia.
The story begins some 26 years ago on the small island of Tortola in the West Indies…

Tortola is the largest of the British Virgin Islands

Sarah with a blackhaired baby girl met Pia with a blondehaired baby boy and a remarkable story of friendship began.

Pia found her way to Tortola when her husband, Ted, began working as a charter-captain. At the same time my mother followed my father’s career to the island as he was building the yacht club at Nanny Key. The two moms, with babies in tow, met one day at a pool and they say it was love at first sight.

We lived there for one year. In that time Pia and Ted’s son, Sebastian, and I became the most well-known couple on the island, apparently one could not be without the other and as our little love affair began to grow, so too did that of our mothers.

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When the time came for us to pack our bags and move on to the next project everyone was heartbroken, but a deep bond had been made, one that seemed to withstand the test of time.

After our adventures in Tortola, life took over and the years seemed to pass at the speed of light. My mother started her own company in Raleigh, and soon my father followed suit, thus keeping us grounded in North Carolina. Ted and Pia moved back to Sweden and welcomed another baby boy, Robin. Everyone was so busy with their own lives that letters were sent in lieu of visits, photos were sent to show growth and each week Pia and my mother would talk for hours on the phone- always promising that next year they would travel somewhere together.

Years passed and our families never once visited each other. Finally in 1998 my mother suggested that Pia and Ted send Sebastian to the States for a year. With enthusiasm and joy Sebastian stepped foot in Raleigh, North Carolina to do what his mother had yet to accomplish- he came to visit.

The year he spent with my parents was wonderful. I was living in Baltimore, Maryland but still Sebastian and I seemed to pick up right where we left off, and we visited with each other often. He was my first friend, my first best friend and the two of us were very much like ambassadors for our mothers. We were able to hug each other, see each other, laugh together and spend time together. Our mothers lived vicariously through us, and for us it was a pleasure being able to give that gift to our moms.

After Sebastian headed off to University he and I still were able to spend time together on holidays and summer breaks- but our moms still had not traveled to see each other. Graduations came and went, I got married (with Sebastian in attendance!) and soon my mother became too ill to leave Raleigh.

For all the miles and years between them, my mother and Pia never missed a phone call- every week, for 1352 weeks they spoke. My mother’s final call to Pia was 11 days before she passed away. She had called to tell Pia that everything was alright, and though she was feeling down, she would soon be better and they would visit each other.

After my mom passed away my father found that she had just recently renewed her passport, something that was quite odd since she was fearful of being away from her doctors. But there it was, her last act of love for Pia, a renewed passport so that she could make the journey and see her beloved friend before it was too late.

On July 27, 2007 I cried as my father, Jay and I touched down in Sweden.
I had done it again, I had become my mother’s ambassador, but this time it was so very different.

Even though Sebastian and I had rekindled our friendship I was so very nervous to see Pia- thoughts were swirling in my head, and no matter how I tried to quiet them, they persisted…..


Would she like me?
Would I remind her of my mother?
Would I make her sad?
Would I do the right thing by my mother?
Would I cry?
Would I crumble with sorrow or would I be strong with accomplishment?
Am I what she expected?
Am I pretty enough to be Sarah’s?
Am I smart enough?
Can my mom see us now?
Is she happy?
Will this be too much for Pia?
Am I doing the right thing, or making it harder on all of us?

We met in the stairwell to Sebastian’s apartment. She rang up and we pressed the buzzer.
My father ran down first, I could hear them in the hallway, hugging and laughing. I stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for my feet and my legs to move me down them, one at a time. Eventually I began walking. Then I saw her- on the landing- staring at me.
I thought I would not remember her, I was just a little baby when we left, but standing there in front of her I recognized her. She seemed so familiar

“Oh, Eva… oh baby Eva, look at those eyes…. Let me see your eyes- they’re just the same as when you were a baby…”

She hugged me so hard and I knew I had done the right thing. It felt so right.

In that hug I gave her all of my mother and she gave me all of herself. She had been waiting for 26 years to hug Sarah, and in that stairwell she did.

Eva @ 7:03 pm
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I am-steredam

Posted on Sunday 5 August 2007

We arrived way to early in the morning from Prague via overnight bus to Amsterdam. Eva and I roamed the deserted streets trying to find breakfast available before 9:30.

Apperently the Dutch like their beauty sleep.

After finaly checking into our luxury digs right in the city central, Mark aka Rob aka Clint arrived. (from this point on he will be called Clint). We went out for a nice lunch and roamed the streets of downtown for hours. Clint decided that we would need to stop and sample all the treats- ice cream, pastries, etc…

Clint in his element

We check out the red light area, the coffee shops, and the Hemp museum. All interesting to say the least.

We checked out the Madame Tussads wax museum and got some shots with celebs! Eva even decided to see if the Sean Connery model was wearing a ribbon.(Scottish Joke).

Eva and Sean

The Van Gogh museum was wonderful. It was a very modern building, but it was built over 30 years ago - so it shows some forward thinking of design. We went to the Anne Frank house, but unfortunately the lines were around the block and looked to be hours long.

Anne Frank House

We took a nice canal tour and enjoyed the views from the water ways. Eva was a bit disapointed in the flower market, because no tulips were in bloom. They were only selling bulbs.

Clints ol' favorite hotel

On a side note: We did stop by and visit the Grand Hotel Krasnapolsky. This was the hotel where Clint and his family would stay when he was young. They would make a point to visit Amsterdam on their way home from Arabia every year. He told us of his favorite game of hide and seek, where he went out on the ledge of the building outside his window and drew the curtain shut behind him. This was on the highest floor and the ledge was only 5 or 6 inches wide.

Jay @ 8:31 am
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Pra-ha!

Posted on Monday 30 July 2007

Prague is something unusual in the essence that is really well preserved. WWII and Communism did have their toll on this remarkable city but the majority of buildings and historical monuments were untouched- which is a rarity in Europe. Prague is known as the Jewel of Europe and Hitler particularly loved this city, thus shielding it from total destruction. The Jewish quarter especially is in pristine condition for one very frightening reason: Hitler wanted to preserve it for the purposes of creating a museum for an extinct race.

Think about that.

A museum for an extinct race.

When you walk the streets of Prague you see beauty in its most elaborate form. The streets are narrow and made of cobblestone where horse drawn buggies (with very large and healthy horses) carry lovebirds from site to site. The buildings are large and intricate. New, modern architecture is nestled in between older, ornate buildings- as opposed to most cities, where older buildings are rare and new ones prominent. The sidewalks are all very old patterned cobblestone, giving the onlooker the impression that every square inch of this city is remarkably beautiful. The temperature is crisp and sunny- cafes line every street and the aroma of fresh bread, pastries and sausage fill the air. The city is extremely dog friendly and there are show-quality canines everywhere, typically not leashed and very, very well behaved. The women are tall, blonde, thin and beautiful and walk with an air of confidence.

Street sweepers are out and about, carefully and constantly cleaning- not allowing any trash to pollute the city. Talented street performers sing, play violin, draw and perform for audiences. Couples, arm in arm with baby bassinets on wheels, walk the streets licking gelato and enjoying the summertime festivals. The air is calm and so too is the feeling when walking around this place. It, in every sense of the word, is a jewel of city.

Beautiful Praha

Everyone told us that we would love Prague- and we really do. The city has a ratio of about 7 to 1, tourists to residents, so it is set up with travelers in mind. You can walk everywhere, and if you do not want the exercise you can catch a tram for pennies. Shops and boutiques selling Czech crystal, marionettes and the latest European fashion are all opened and eager for tourists to browse.

Prague is famous for its beer brewing traditions offering the beer aficionado a real treat. In the land where they invented the world’s first Pilsner- you can sit down at any bar and for $2.00 get a very large mug frothing over with a Czech specialty. The Pragers are so particular with their beer traditions that they serve each beer with a huge head, proving to the patron that the beer is fresh. If the head is missing, no clear-thinking Prager will accept the beer. Pubs are everywhere and drinking is something which happens all day long. Often you will find construction workers standing beside lawyers at a bar at 8:00am getting a quick drink before work. Beer is a very large part of the culture. (The first Czech brewery was established in 1118 and the Czechs consume more beer per capita than any other nation.)

There is a Czech Budweiser which you can only get here that is totally different than the American counterpart. Apparently this Budweiser from Budvar was created years before Anheuser and Busch got together and created their brew in Missouri. The story goes that these two men, from the Czech Republic came to America and when they began brewing they wanted to pay homage to their native land, and specifically their region of Budvar and thus named their beer “Budweiser”- never thinking that it would compete with the original Czech concoction. So, when you come here you will never find the American bastardization of Budweiser- only the original.
Because the beer is so very good and incredibly cheap, compared to that of other European countries, the weekends are filled with UKers and other European groups of guys or gals on hen or stag nights (bachelorette or bachelor parties). Making the weekend scene a real kaleidoscope of accents, fashion and party techniques.

On our first day here we walked the city and stopped off for an afternoon filled with the Prague Jazz Week Festival.

Praha Jazz Festival

We joined the hundreds sitting on the ground in front of the famous Astronomical Clock listening to local musicians jam out for the crowd. We stayed there until the sun began setting and then we skipped over for a visit to the Communism Museum and later joined a Pub Walk through the Old Town.

The museum had a ton of information regarding communism in Czechoslovakia, and in particular Prague. It showed what daily life, politics, sports, education and the arts were like during that period. The museum is divided into three themes: Communism The Dream, The Reality, and The Nightmare. The whole museum was inundated with artifacts and propaganda. There is a great display of newer posters and postcards that they have designed to mimic old ones and advertise the museum.

Great Poster

The Pub Walk was lead by a goofy Czech guy who really loved his beer. He took us through the Old Town’s most authentic bars and beerhalls and served us traditional Czech food while giving us the history of Prague’s fantastic beer making history.

Since Prague is really set up for the traveler, they offer a variety of wonderful tours- so we really took advantage of this. We spent the next day entirely touring (except for a quick break for the Jazz Festival in between tours). We spent over 8 hours walking through the Old Town, Jewish Ghetto/Quarter, the Lesser Quarter, Prague Castle and Charles Bridge. In that time we also took a riverboat to see the city from the river and we stopped for a traditional three course Czech meal in a famous 17th century restaurant (washed down with a glass of beer, of course). That night we met up with a group for a Ghost Trail through the Old Town- and boy do the Pragers have a lot of stories about women who had done wrong and men who had killed them and became angry ghosts….

Throughout the tours we met a number of people that made the days even more fun. There were several on the tours, but in particular there were three girls who stood out. At the jazz concert we sat down beside two gals from the US Airforce. One, Cheka, works in the Netherlands for NATO and the other, Shauna, was visiting on leave from Iraq. We chatted them up for a bit and we now have an open invitation to visit Cheka! Too bad our trip is not taking us there. On the Ghost Tour we met Betsy from Kansas City, Missouri who had gone to New York and made it…. Sounds like a line, but its not. Betsy a singer and dancer in the City, took advantage of being in between shows and took a month off to tour around Europe.

But lets get back to the cultural aspects of our time in Prague. As I mentioned above, Hitler actually had a very large part in the preservation of many of the culturally Jewish sites in today’s Prague. In 1942 the Nazis established the Central Jewish Museum in which all confiscated artifacts from synagogues ad Jewish homes of Bohemia and Moravia were brought. A Dr. Augustin Stein, who was Jewish, somehow teamed up with the Nazis on this particular case simply to save the confiscated memorial objects- I guess he knew there had to be an end to the madness at some point and keeping the artifacts safe, no matter the intentions of the Nazis, was important enough to wait it out and cooperate, and in time constantly saving and adding items that would normally have been destroyed. After WWII came the Communists who effectively stopped all activity of the museum through a number of restrictions that just made it impossible for the museum to develop any further.
But that too came and went and on October 1, 1994 the buildings of the Jewish Ghetto/Quarter and all the artifacts collected during the Nazi occupation were finally returned to the Jewish Community.

1994

It took 52 years (since the beginning of the war) for the families who eventually returned to their homes to see their heirlooms and items from other family members who had perished. (Approx. 92,000 people from Prague alone died.)

So, where 52 years worth Stein’s efforts to collaborate with such monsters? Apparently so, the museum has one of the most extensive collections of Judaic art in the world, containing some 40,000 exhibits and 100,000 books. Also, the items are all from a single territory which is just unheard of in post Nazi Europe.

The “museum” is actually several buildings throughout the Jewish Ghetto- not just one central location with display cases and excessively lit corridors with framed artwork against blank-modern walls.

We decided to devote the better part of a day touring the Jewish Quarter since our previous tour just passed through it quickly. In total we visited 6 of the 8 areas withing the Jewish Museum. (No photos were allowed within the buildings, so look into the links provided.)

The first place we walked to was the Maisel Synagogue which was built in 1590-1592 and then renovated between 1893-1905 into the pseudo-Gothic design you see today. The building is no longer used as a place of worship and within its walls are exhibitions of the history of Jews in Bohemia and Moravia from the 10th century until the end of the 18th.

The Pinkas Synagogue was built in 1535 near the Old Jewish Cemetery- after WWII the sanctuary was converted into a memorial to the Jews murdered by the Holocaust. When you first walk into the building there seems to be a subtle pattern on the walls, but upon closer inspection you begin noticing names popping off the walls….and then it hits you….hundreds upon thousands of names are staring at you.

Although our families did not come from this region we found the names Mann, Altschuler, Mandelbaum and Cohen amongst the names of the lost. Here’s a figure to put it into perspective; there were 10,000 children under the age of 15 that were imprisoned, of that 8,000 were deported and only 242 survived of the total 10,000.

From there we went into the Old Jewish Cemetery. In Judaism it is customary that when you have buried a parent, sibling or child that you do not visit their gravesite for a year in order to give yourself a proper amount of time to mourn so when you visit, on the year’s anniversary, you can do so with a clearer head.. So upon entering the cemetery I was acutely aware that this was the first time in nearly a year that I was even close to a cemetery. I am still trying to find the words to best describe that overwhelming feeling…

The cemetery was established in the first half of the 15th century and it is one of the most important surviving monuments in Prague’s Jewish quarter. The cemetery contains almost 12,000 tombstones but the number of people actually buried there is actually far greater. As the Jewish community continued to grow the area allotted for the cemetery remained the same. So necessity took over. There are several burial layers- one on top of the other. When more space was needed the keepers of the cemetery brought in loads of earth and poured it upon the older ground. Then the previous tombstones would be put in their same location, but on top of the new earth. So one plot may have 5 tombstones on it to show all who are buried in the same place. Just incredible.

We also saw the Ceremonial Hall (built in 1911-12) and the Old-New Synagogue (mid-13th century) on our tour. The main hall of the Old-New Synagogue is the only existing medieval type hall of its kind and divine services are still held in the building today.

After our tour we met back up with Betsy for a day filled with people-watching and chatting. The three of us took a walk to the Fred and Ginger building, which I had been dying to see. It reminded me of my father dancing with his mother.

Ginger and Fred Building

After that we said our goodbyes and Jay and I spent the night at a horrible play and then retired to rest up for our trip to Amsterdam the next day…..

All I say is that Prague was amazing- it was the most beautiful city we have ever traveled to- a place I think everyone should make an effort to see….

Eva @ 6:27 am
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Budapest or Bust!

Posted on Tuesday 24 July 2007

We arrived in Budapest after an all too early flight from Tel Aviv. When we arrived at our Guesthouse in central Pest (Budapest is actually devided into Buda and Pest, seperated by the Danube river) the receptionist told us there was good news and bad news. The bad news was that the Hostel was full, however since we had reserved a spot in advance they would put us up in their apartment and honor the price originaly quoted. The apartment is usually for longer vists and is much more expensive.

When we got into the place we were floored. It was beautiful. 3 bedrooms (we shared it with 2 other couples that we neither heard or saw), full kitchen, 2 bath, and the most intense view of the Danube river and Gellert hill.


The first day we spent exploring the streets of Pest. There are so many buildings that are so beautiful we could have spent a week just looking at them. We quickly got our barings and set out a plan for the next couple of days.

It was incredibly hot while we were there. People joke that Pest translates to “oven” and in the summer it is appearant why. We decided that day two we would spend the morning exploring then end it with a nice visit to the Szechenyi Baths which is a very old Hungarian tradition to spend hours swimming in assorted pools. Needless to say it was awesome, that is once I was able to convince Eva that she was not going to contract some strange STD by swimming in the water. They had hot pools, warm pools, cool pools, cold pools, medicinal pools, and whirl pools.


We also spent a good amount of time visitng the Jewish quarter. It is home to the Dohany Street Synagogue which is the 2nd largest Synagogue in the world. Temple Emanuel in NYC being the first. The Jewsih communtiy in Budapest is rapidly growing and it is clear that they are experiencing a Jewish renewal, by moving once secular jews into the cultural center.

The Jewish quarter also houses a Beit HaMidrash (Talmud Torah), Jewish Museum, many kosher and non kosher jewish eats, and 3 other synagogues. Another synagogue worth mentioning is the Rumbach street shul. It was destroyed during WWII and was only reopened last year. We were able to go in and see the damage and the plans and partialy complete renovations.

We decided to eat at a tradititional eastern european jewish restaurant. The menu was in 7 languages, and they had the 2nd best Matzoh balls I have ever had. The stuffed cabbage was good also, but not like grandma’s recipe.

We also visited Parliment, the Citadel, the Castle district, and Gellert hill. They were all incredibly beautiful buildings. One thing to note is that we did not really meet too many real Hungarians. They seem to be a preoccupied people who tend not to smile. I think this is because communisism was so recent. They are still getting used to the freedom.

The Goulash was great, the beer was cheep. Eva had some incredible paprika chicken, but on a whole did not like the majority of the food.

We bid a fond farewell to the ornately decorated Budapest and boarded a very hot and non air conditioned train to Prague.

Jay @ 4:20 am
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Israel in a nutshell.

Posted on Saturday 21 July 2007

For as exciting as it was to be back in Israel, the place Jay and I first met, I would lie if I were to say it was all fun and games while visiting.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Israel and I was ready to be back, but at the same time it was very sad for me. Israel, and specifically, Jerusalem reminds me so much of my mom that I swear I have a stronger connection with her there than with Jay. She is the reason I went to Israel in the first place- she knew before she was even pregnant that her child was going to spend a year there. And so, my memories of Israel are all impregnated with her essence.

She loved Israel and when walking up and down the streets of Jerusalem all I wanted to do was call her. I felt like I was missing out on something wonderful by not being able to tell her about all that I saw and all that had changed since she had last visited me there.

Jerusalem really is the city which holds my heart. I love it more than any other city in the world- (now I can confidently say that as I have seen quite a lot of cities). So spending so much time there was really wonderful. It was a homecoming in every sense of the word- a bittersweet homecoming, but a homecoming, nonetheless.

So lets get to the story, shall we?……

After we left Eilat on the night bus we landed in Jerusalem and we couldn’t wait for morning to arrive. When we woke we went straight to the first falafel shop and then to the old city and downtown with Adam and goofed around for the better part of the day.

We went to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and watched as waves of people came in and out, all eager to see where Jesus was crucified and buried. The craftsmanship of the mosaics and artwork that lie within the building is phenomenal. It was gorgeous yet dark and massive yet intimate all at the same time. I had not gone there when I lived in Israel, so I was so glad that I dragged the boys in with me. I wanted to go to the Dome of the Rock, but (I wont mention any names) someone was pitching a fit that it was too close to the Holy of Holies, a place Jews should respect and not go to unless you are a priest (which have not existed since the destruction of the second temple) and so I will have to do that another time, ahem, on my own.

Jerusalem has changed so much since we were there ten years ago. There are luxury apartments going up on every street corner, tons of new shops all selling the trendiest jewelery and more tourists than I ever remembered (but I wasn’t so tuned in ten years ago, so it may be just the same amount).

New Lux Apartments

The next day we headed to the new Judaean Youth Hostel to see what replaced our beloved Beit Riklis, where we spent our Jerusalem period. The new hostel is beyond words. It is the most luxurious, ridiculous and fantabluous hostel I have ever seen (again, we have seen a lot, so I am confident in this assessment). I cant believe that the Young Judaean kids get to live there- this place was loaded with flat screen TVs, free Internet, coffee bars, a pool, basketball courts, gardens and security like nothing we ever had. We did our laundry there and spent about 2 hours looking through the building. It is so massive, that we got lost several times. That night we met up with our cousin Tamara and her boyfriend for homemade Sushi night! I have to admit, that it was great and tasty- Tammy and Eric really did a great job putting it together… we were impressed.

Jay and Adam thought that for our third day in Jerusalem we should go visit Yad Vashem the Holocaust Museum. I left the building hyperventilating. It was too much for me.
We went there ten years ago, but since then they have added a new complex which highlights about 90 individuals’ stories using testimonies, photographs, film clips and artifacts- like the actual stone and cobble streets from several ghettos. The museum has done a wonderful job of finding out the stories behind each photo they have, and some of the photos are just amazing. You really see what it was like. Also- the museum has contacted so many survivors and put their story on tape- so you really get the first person narrative.

There was one man’s story that I cannot get out of my head. He gave several testimonies, but the one which was the worst was a time he and his father were standing in a line- they had not eaten in days and his father collapsed from dehydration, starvation and fatigue. Typically a child’s duty would be to grab their parent and pick them up- but the fear of being shot was so real that this little boy (he was about 13 at the time) just left his father on the ground, stepped over him and proceeded with the line. The gestapo came and got his father and dragged him off. That was the last time he ever saw him.

Sitting there, watching this story unfold was heart wrenching. What the Nazis were very good at was dehumanizing their victims- to the point that a son wouldn’t even help his father. The man, now an old man with children and grandchildren, is still wracked with guilt. He cries everyday for deserting his father. How horrible- how excruciating, how inhumane.

And, so it was these stories that you heard. There were pictures of women who had just been raped calming their little girls down- who had to watch and then they were raped, there were Torah scrolls which had been cut up and made into socks and shoe leathers for German soldiers. There were photos of old men digging their own graves and being forced to say the Mourners Kaddish while barefoot- (Jews always pray with shoes on as a sign of respect and the Mourners Kaddish is a prayer that you say when someone has passed, but you should never say for yourself) the Nazis really knew how to hurt every aspect of our people. It was tough.

The new complex was the only building we visited, I just couldnot do much more- it ended with a view of Jerusalem- but even that did not calm me down.

We took a nice long walk on our way out of the museum and then split from Adam to go meet up with Tammy for some retail therapy- and it worked. I needed to shake the sadness and Tamara was the perfect cure. She is so cute so we had a blast running around to every little shop there was, I loved shopping with someone who actually wanted to shop. . Jay, of course, was being a good sport- but he did look like someone had run over his toes by the end of the day- he was in pain.

That night we met back up with Eric and the four of us went to meet Jackie- another cousin from Jay’s side. The five of us sat in a very typical Israeli bar and drank Dancing Camel while swapping stories. Tammy and Jay hadn’t seen Jackie in years, so it was great for them to catch up with her.

We spent the next day in Jerusalem, met Adam for lunch at Jay’s favorite restaurant, walked around and then at night met up with Adam’s girlfriend Francine and a couple of her friends. The next day we decided to get out of Jerusalem for a while so we rented a car, grabbed Tamara and headed north. Our first stop was Nazareth.

The place where Jesus spent most of his life, and commenced his ministry is home to some 60,000 inhabitants. Its the largest Arab city in Israel and 60% of the population is Muslim- but that does not hinder the 30 churches, convents and monasteries which all care and preserve the ancient sites.

We decided to check out the Basilica of the Annunciation- which was incredible. It was massive and its presence dominated the small city. The lower part of the basilica which, according to tradition, was the home of Mary and the place she was told by the Angel Gabriel that she will conceive Jesus.

The upper part of the building serves as the local Roman Catholic parish church. Along its outside corridors mosaics and ceramic reliefs sent in contribution from Roman Catholic communities around the world line the walls. The most interesting part was seeing how other cultures view Mary and Jesus. The Thai, Korean and Chinese mosaics were our favorites.

From Nazareth, we headed to T’sfat- my second favorite city in the world!

T’saft is regarded one of the Four Holy Cities in Judaism along with Jerusalem, Tiberias and Hebron, and is a center for the Kabbalah (Jewish mysticism that for some reason Madonna has latched onto and brought in people like Britney Spears to study, oy veh!)

T’saft is just a magical place brimming with art, culture, and candles. The little city so many artists that every block has about 3-5 studios, also, the area is known for its beautiful candle making. Houses traditionally have blue doors and windowpanes to keep away the evil eye and the streets are narrow and calm.

Flowers are always in bloom and the city is perched just so, so that on a clear day you can see the Sea of Galilee or what we call the Kinneret.

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We went to two of Tamara’s favorite artists homes and Jay and I walked away with too much artwork. But, we did get to pose with one of the artists and his wife-

We left T’sfat and headed towards Tiberius for lunch and then traveled on to the Bahai Gardens in Haifa.

We decided to stop in Haifa for a break and visit with Tammy’s brother Doton, his wife Etti and their baby girl, Mayrav, for dinner. The next day we took Etti and Mayrav to a Druze village for a morning stroll and then said our goodbyes and drove back to Jerusalem taking a quick pass through Cesaria.

When we got back to Jerusalem - we decided to take it easy and pamper ourselves by checking into the Judaean Youth Hostel (which as I said, is really nice). We went out that night to meet Adam and Francine and their cousins who were visiting from the States.

On Sunday, we spent Adam’s last day in town before he headed into his IDF reserve duty hanging out and taking it easy. We did go back to Jay’s favorite eating spot (because now I am addicted and know I will soon have withdrawal symptoms). That night after saying good bye to Adam and Francine (who we already miss) we went to see the Robotrikim Movie (Transformers). Yes Eric was right - this movie was awesome. Jay is a total geek and had to tell me everything about the history of the Autobots, Decepticons, OptimusPrime, and the original feature length cartoon movie. In short, I liked the movie a lot, but my husband is a dork.

Our last day consisted of running some errands - ie post office, laundry and getting ready for our flight to Budapest.

So that’s about it. I did not get to see my family while visiting, which is a shame- I wanted to introduce Jay, but maybe next time. I have to apologize that there are not a lot of photos from Israel. I guess we just felt like we were at home, so we were too caught up eating our way around and seeing friends that we failed to take the camera out that often. I hope to go back within a year or two- until then, if you want to see Her, I suggest you go and visit, it is worth every penny it takes to get there.

Eva @ 7:53 am
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From Cairo to Eilat

Posted on Sunday 8 July 2007

Well, as you should assume by the title of this post, we have made it to Israel and bid farewell to Egypt.

Luxor was really great. We particularly enjoyed the Valley of the Kings. It was interesting to see how well these tunnels and tombs were made so many years ago. Working in the construction industry, it is a bit frustrating to see how perfect everything was and knowing that they had far less superior tools to complete these tasks.

One of the temples we visited, Habu Temple, had some really great hieroglyphics and paintings. It is mind blowing to see the colors are still bright in some areas.

The night train back to Cairo was pretty crap. For some unknown reason the Egyptians sleep very little. They also believe that a good thing to do on a train is listen loudly to music from their cell phones. We were also graced with the presence of a 4 year old girl who was obviously on a never ending sugar high, or meth-amphetimines.

The border crossing to Israel was really easy and uneventful. Though Eva and I were like a couple of seven year olds heading into the gates of Disney World. The minute we saw an Israeli flag we almost started sprinting for the border. We had missed this place.

We checked ourselves into a pretty cool little hostel in Eilat. Then immediately found an awesome falafel stand. And wondered how we would kill some time until Adam and Francine showed up. The next thing that happened was really bizarre.
As we were leaving the falafel stand, we heard a strange yelping. Before I had a grasp on what was going on, I saw Eva making a bee line for a man near a bench. Then it dawned on me. This man had a puppy by its scruff and was swinging it violently against a park bench. Another man and Eva began yelling at the idiot with the dog.

Eva immediately grabbed the pup and started rushing away. The man was obviously both a horrible person and a drunk. We decided to alleviate him of his dog, and told him if he wants it back he can find the pup and the nearest police station (hoping that would keep him away from the pup.)

We took the puppy, who was as sweet as can be and really young, to the closest police station. I was concerned that they were going to think we were nuts and tell us to get the dog out of there. To our delight, I could not have been more wrong. They loved the pup. All the young women who worked there were practically fighting over who would take him. And unlike in the states, the abusive man would not be able to get the dog back. To say the least we had done a good thing, and I could not have been prouder of my wife. She was clear headed and determined to do the right thing faster than I was even able to see the situation.

Adam and Francine arrived at about 9 or so. We went out to the beach and had a few drinks and some pizza. It is so great to see him. Francine is really great (of course she ism she is a Colombian), and they seem very much in love and good for each other. The next day we did some amazing snorkeling, only to be topped by what we did the following day.

We went SCUBA diving. If you know Eva, you know she is not terribly fond of water. We have been toying with the SCUBA idea for a while, and with an intro course she was able to go out and see if she liked it. She sure did. We saw some amazing fish. The largest parrot fish I have ever seen, a moray eel, and a scorpion fish. I am hoping we can get her certified when we get back, as this would be a great new hobby.

We arrived in Jerusalem last night pretty late, so we have not done anything yet! We are really happy to be back and can’t wait to start seeing the sights!

Jay @ 2:29 am
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Walk like an Egyptian

Posted on Tuesday 3 July 2007

We arrived in Egypt at roughly 6pm. We were immediately wrangled in by a local travel company offering to plan out every moment of our stay. I was a bit hesitant, but somehow he had already sweet talked Eva with an excursion to Luxor and promises of air-con vans ands English speaking guides. Needless to say we signed up.

We were taken to our hotel from there. Our driver, Mustafa, was hysterical. He had some pretty great jokes and a heart the size of Cairo. That night we went on a dinner cruise on the Nile. The cruise began at 10pm. We did not eat until 11:45; I thought I was going to go crazy since I had not had anything since the flight. The entertainment on the boat consisted of spinning dervishes and a spastic belly dancer. We were a tad under dressed since most guests were on board for a wedding.

Our next day started bright and early with a tour of the great pyramids of Giza and the Sphinx. They are everything we thought they would be and more. It is awe inspiring. Though – the sphinx is a bit smaller than I imagined.

After that we went to a great museum in Sakkara where you can take photos. The Sakkara pyramids still contain a sarcophagus and they seem to be unearthing new discoveries everyday. We returned to Giza that evening to see the Pyramids light show. This was also fantastic.

Yesterday we went to Coptic Cairo aka Old Cairo. This is the part of the city that houses the old churches and the Ben Ezra Synagogue – said to be the oldest in Egypt. After this we headed to the Muhammad Ali Mosque and the Citadel – the highlight of Muslim Cairo. The Muhammad Ali mosque is very similar to the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.

The afternoon was left for the Egyptian Museum. This place is mind blowing. They say if you looked at every artifact it would take you a month to make your way through it. We spent about 3 hours. We did however see the amazing collection from King Tut’s tomb. I can’t put into words how fantastic these artifacts are. We boarded an over night train to luxor at 10pm.

Today we arrived in Luxor. It is really Hot! More so than India – only a lot less humid. We were put up in a great hotel. The first one with a bidet and clean towels, so we must be moving up or Luxor is just really cheap. We took an afternoon tour of Karnak Temples and the Luxor Temple. These were a tribute to Amun Rah. It is really difficult to put into to words what we saw. These are thousands of years old amazingly preserved and what seems to me phenomenally advanced for their time. It is a must see for all. Tomorrow we head out to the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens.

Jay @ 12:02 pm
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Dubai or Disney?

Posted on Tuesday 3 July 2007

So how do I describe Dubai? The best way I can think is to call it the Middle-East’s own fantasy land. In fact, they are currently working on the next largest theme park, Dubai-Land

The first thing we did in Dubai was to go out into the desert in a 4×4 Toyota LandCruiser (luxury style) and go dune bashing. This is four wheeling at its best. It was white knuckle fun that my mom would absolutely hate and Clint (Mark, Rob, fa-sha) would think was amazing. Our driver was an electrical engineer who left his old life to become a safari driver- not because of a shift in money- but a shift in life style- he said that he loved his job more than anything and it made life worth living. The truth is i agree with him, he smiled the entire time. Also, out of the entire caravan of trucks, he was the best driver- we were lucky to have him. He did things i did not even know were possible.

By the way – most of the people who are citizens of the UAE have so much money that the workers, drivers, guides, etc… are all from Pakistan, Oman, Iran, etc…He was from Pakistan and mad as hell that he had to cart around 4 Indian passengers that were in our group because they wouldnt tip, were rude to me and Eva and were constantly late. It was really funny..

We finished our safari in a desert village and which served us a great dinner while we watched belly dancing.

The next day we went to the Dubai history village a nice Epcot-esque representation of early life in this area. We followed this up with a drive through town to see the famous buildings. Dubai is currently home to the worlds only 7 star hotel, the Burj- al- Arab, and is currently finishing construction on the new tallest building in the world the Burj-al-Dubai. They also are planning to begin construction next year on a building that is another 20 stories taller. Since it was about 48 degrees Celsius, we went to the famous Mall of the Emirates, which houses the largest indoor Ski and Snowboard mountain (Ski Dubai). Like I said this place is a fantasyland.

We were limited to what we could do because the place is more expensive than the states. Even the outdoor markets are fantasyland- they have a souq which only sells gold- everyone in the world comes here to buy their gold… Eva was salavating.

I suppose I would like to return here in 10 years when we can hopefully afford to do this place the right way. Big hotel, big car, big money, big shopping spree. For us it was more like 2 days of window shopping on rodeo drive, if LA was on fire.

Jay @ 12:02 pm
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Safari-tastic!

Posted on Tuesday 3 July 2007

And so began our adventures in the African bush!

Our Safari departed from a great little backpackers (guest house) in Jo’burg, SA. It was pretty cool seeing Lynn and Clint (Mark, Rob) in this setting. Lynn kept raving about how cool youth hostels are! Our guide Mary-Ann picked us up at 5:30 am and we set out for Kruger in our super cool Overlander. Man this vehicle had it all!!

Kruger national park is roughly the size of Israel. It is Home to 520 bird and 146 mammal species. This includes what is known as the big 5; leopard, rhino, lion, buffalo, and elephant. Of course there is no guarantee that you will see anything since it is so vast.

Our group for the first few days was made up of ourselves and two others. Lindsey Kuhn and Rose Barr (no not that one) turned out to be the absolute best travel partners we could have asked for. We shared some great times and have become good friends. They live in Denver where Lindsey is a skate-pro who owns a skateboard company and a an artist and Rose is attending vet school. Like I said they fit in great!

Day one started out in Kruger over Crocodile River where we saw loads of lounging crocs. We crossed into the park and were greeted by a few elephants and giraffes. We learned how to set up our tents and then went on a night safari drive. The next morning started at 5:30 again with a full day of animal spotting. We saw almost everything aside from a leopard. It was amazing.- There are too many animals to point out, so you will have to check the other photos!

On day three we left the park to see some of the more beautiful views of northern South Africa. We went to Blythe River Canyon- the spot where they filmed “The Gods Must Be Crazy” where the bushman throws the bottle of the edge of the world. The views were spectacular.

That night we slept in a traditional village huts of the Shangaan tribe. There we enjoyed some good food and dancing. Their food was strangely similar to southern food – fried chicken, grits (they call it mealy meal), and steamed cabbage. It was pretty great.

We headed from there to the Hoedspruit Endangered Species Center aka The Cheetah Project. This place was fantastic. They are doing wonderful things for all these great animals. If you adopt a cheetah (roughly $4,000 a year) you can come and play with your cat. Eva & Rose were in heaven and want to return to do a 3 week student program with them for Eva’s 30th birthday. (ummm, Rose is already 30, but we love her just the same (you old lady)).

We were then off for two days of driving through Botswana. But first we picked up 3 girls joining our tour. They are students at the University of Wisconsin and added nicely to our group. Since they were confused about Clints name (is it Mark, Rob, Alex, Daddy or Clint) we decided to make it easier on everyone, so the entire bus, included Lynn, started calling him fa-sha (father).

In Nata, Botswana we stayed at a great campground where we met a relocated family of Bushmen who still live according to their tradition.

Note – Botswana was once one of the poorest countries in Africa until they found its mineral wealth (diamonds). It is now one of the wealthiest. Unfortunately it has a 60% AIDS rate, which they are strongly trying to educate the community to resolve.
We finally arrived at Victoria Falls in Zambia. It was breathtaking, and drenching. You could not walk through there without getting absolutely soaked. This is why we have a limited amount of photos.

We ended our day on a cruise through the Zambezi and saw a ton of Hippos.

We also had some drinks and enjoyed a great party back on shore. This was our last night with most of our new friends so we made the best of it.

We had a blast around the bar- we were all chanting “fa-sha, fa-sha, fa-sha” as Clint danced for the group- we were so loud that other groups joined in. Forever he will be known as fa-sha. In fact I am sure that when we visit Rose and Lindsey this ski season, they will still call him that!

The next day we spent relaxing and enjoying Zambia. We went into town to have some local food for dinner (Eva and Clint had pizza). We then departed for Jo’ burg and had to bid farewell to Clint and Lynn- which was very hard for Eva- she never let them see it, but leaving them was tough.

Eva and I stayed on for another day and went to the local lion breeding park. It was cool because you can drive into open cage areas and get really close to the cats. In fact, we were able to feed a giraffe and play with Lion cubs. Again Eva was in heaven.

This is all just a quick recap since we did not have internet and time to write as we went- and I dont go into the detail Eva does.

Jay @ 9:50 am
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Cape Town, SA!!!!!!!!!

Posted on Monday 2 July 2007

Jay and I got into Cape Town June 7th to find a cold winter wind greeting us with fog so thick we had to cut our way through to find our rental car in the parking lot.

When we left Mauritius, Gally warned me that I would cry in my pillow at night saying, “I miss my Mauritius” because I was leaving tropical weather for winter rains- and you know, my first reaction was just that…..

But to our pleasant surprise we arrived at Jay’s cousins’ apartment to find a gorgeous, spacious and modern apartment waiting just for us. Situated on one of Cape Towns most beautiful cliffs in the heart of Bantry Bay- Susan and Hal enjoy a direct view of Lion’s Head from their bedroom.  Just stunning..

We missed the pair by a week, as they were headed for Namibia with a group of friends, but in their typical, extremely hospitable and generous way, the lent us their digs.  We could not have been luckier!  Besides their son, Justin, I think we were the first family members to visit- a must for the rest of you- so buy your tickets!

For the first few days we toured around the city in our little car- surprisingly there is a huge Jewish community in Cape Town, so we had our share of bagels, corn beef on rye, chicken soup, etc…  We also had some amazing sushi.  In the land of meat (I read somewhere that vegetarians were not welcomed and that they serve chicken as a side dish to steak) even the sushi cannot escape the red meat influence- so Jay had ostrich and beef sushi- don’t ask, he said it was good.

The real fun, however, got started when Lynn showed up!

From her first international flight, Lynn bounded down the corridor with a huge smile and bed-head.  She was glowing!  We were so happy to see each other that we actually started tearing up.  She came by way of London and after exploring those sites the day before with no rest, she was ready to begin experiencing South Africa right away.. bed-head and all-no nap, no rest, no nothing- just rearing to go! 

As we exited the airport, in front of us beamed a huge COMPLETE rainbow.  I had never seen a complete one before in my life, and there it was- practically jumping out of the sky on to us.  It had been so grey and gloomy when we arrived at the airport, that the only thing I could think to explain its brightness was that my mom was so happy her girls were together again that she sent a smile down- cheesy I know, but it really felt that way.   

We started Lynn’s experience right away with something she and I enjoy most- shopping.  We headed for the weekend market which allows Africans from all over to bring their handicrafts and sell or trade them.  It was great- we walked away with way too much and still cash in our pockets!  From there we headed to the famous Victoria & Alfred Waterfront (which Lynn kept calling the Victoria and Albert Waterfront… we first let it slide, as we thought she was just tired, but further into our trip- after she rested up, she still refused to get the name right.  We had to get a local to correct her…she’s sooooo stubborn!) 

When Jay and I, finally saw the jet lag start creeping over Lynn’s entire body we decided to call it quits for the day.  Lynn was such a good trooper; we walked so much and did so much that day- I would have never been able to get off a plane and go like that.

We had 5 full days together before my dad arrived and we utilized every moment to the fullest.  Monday was spent taking a wonderful wine tour through the Stellenbosch Winelands- Jay was the designated driver, so the gals had a blast.  South Africa has some of the best wines- much better than our Nappa varieties and more affordable than Italian or French.  If nothing else- and I say this as seriously as I can- South Africa is worth visiting for the wine alone.  I did not taste one I did not like.  The Winelands region around Stellenbosch is the oldest and most beautiful wine-growing region in S.A.- dating back from the 18th century.  Lynn, Jay and I spent an entire day going from one vineyard to the next- and having a ball at it.  The last one we went to, Tokara, was great. Not only do they specialize in wine, but they are obsessed with olives and olive oil.  So the three of us, once done with wine and brandy tasting, had olive and olive oil sampling.  It was delicious!  Lynn, who hates olives, was eating them up faster than I was- in fact she even bought a jar of olives to munch on later.  They were like nothing I had tasted before. 

Tuesday met us with beautiful, clear, clear skies, so the three of us piled in the car and took a road trip.  We drove along the Whale Route, which started in Gordon’s Bay and took us to L’Agulhas, which is the southern most tip of the continent (not Cape of Good Hope, which many falsely believe is the southern most).  It was some of the most stunning scenery I have ever seen.  We stopped at Betty’s Bay to see the penguins- which were just as cute as can be, do their shuffle and yell at one another while they made their nests in the sand. 

Wednesday took us to Robben Island which was beyond words.  We were taken around the 575-hectare outcrop by an ex-inmate. 

 

There we saw the conditions that so many political prisoners and innocent men spent their sentences in.  What was so amazing about this particular jail was that its very own prisoners were the ones responsible for turning the “hell-hole” into something powerful and educational for the rest of the world to see.  Just amazing.  When we first got there the tour leader reminded us, that even though Nelson Mandela was imprisoned there, that there where hundreds of other that were also taken there for the same reasons.  Some of the stories were just amazing. We finished the day at the waterfront and shopping in some of the trading posts.  Lynn, for the first time in her life, splurged and bought herself the most beautiful gold and diamond ring, which was made with elephant hair.  She was so excited- the traveling bug suits her.

 

Thursday we went to the Langa Township.  First you need to know that at least 80% of the people who live in Cape Town live in townships.  The word Township refers to the areas where the black Africans were moved to during apartheid.  Since most view their villages as their homes they view these city dwellings as temporary and have decided to stay to work and save up money for the future.  From the street you see cardboard and metal shacks but once inside the homes are small but made of bricks.  It is hard to see a family of 6 living in a two room house – but they make it easy, by explaining with a smile that it is theirs.  They live as a tight community and are a very happy people.  We went through the township with a company called Camissa- and our guide was Khonaye.  I strongly recommend this to anyone visiting Cape Town.  It was definitely a defining part of our trip.  The people are wonderful and they are hopeful.  I am sure Lynn will write more about this in her post.

Friday came and so too did my daddy!  I was so happy to see him- although I couldn’t help the initial instinct to look around for my mom- I guess that will take a while to settle in. Although, once again, there was a rainbow shining on us that day, two, actually!  So maybe she was there.

We realized how well Lynn did with starting right away, so we gave my dad no choice.  He was slated for a full day tour with us- no resting.   We had Khonaye accompany us again and we headed for the Cape of Good Hope where we did a great hike- and were able to goof around for photos. 

 

We ended the day with a night tour of Old Cape Town- and a meal at Africa Café.  My dad collapsed that night and the four of us prepared for the next day.

Saturday was our last full day in Cape Town before we headed off for our Safari, so we toured the Gold Museum in the morning and then on to a great climb!  My dad, Jay and I climbed the sheer cliffs of Table Mountain.  More than 1000m high the three of us took just 2 hours at a leisurely pace and saw some of the most phenomenal views. (Be sure to look through those photos!) The summit was worth the knee breaking climb, and up top we met Lynn and had a nice view of sunset.  It was great; we were like little mountain goats.  By far one of the best things my dad and I have done together!  The walk gave the three of us a chance to catch up on things at home, and what to expect once we a rocketed back to the real world.  Scary, but inevitable. 

That night we bid Cape Town a fond fare-well with an enormous dinner at one of the best Italian restaurants we have ever been to (I speak on behalf of all 4 of us on this one!).  We drank wine and ate outside surrounded by Cape Town’s beautiful architecture and just had a wonderful ending to a wonderful city.  I want to thank Susan and Hal for their generosity.  We promise to come back when you are home and we hope to have you in North Carolina!  You made this trip amazing! 

Eva @ 2:55 pm
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