First off, let me say that I GAVE BLOOD FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY! I am no longer a giving-blood virgin.
And now back to things that matter: This past shabbat we met our kibbutz families, which are people from the kibbutz (families actually) that "adopt" us in order to make us feel more at home. They're supposed to host us and take us in as one of their own, feed us, buy things we need for us, etc.
We played this cute "marco polo" type game where all the families got the name of the kid that they're hosting and all the kids got the name of the family thats hosting them. We all met in a field and started yelling the name written on our paper until we found each other.
I'm paired up with a family that I already kind of knew. They have a daughter named Nofar who just got out of the army about a month ago and sometimes comes with us to the pool. She's really fun, and I'm excited that she's my sister =) The parents are olim (immigrants) from argentina but they've been in Israel for so long that they speak, read, etc. fluently.
They also have two other sons, but one is married and lives off the kibbutz and the other lives with his girlfriend and lives off the kibbutz, too. The middle brother is super attractive but I guess thats considered incest these days.
ANYWHO! that's it.
Hi Rayna,
ReplyDeleteWhat is your adopted family's name? George wants to know, he'll ask Nestar, his Argentine cousin, if he knows them. Were they from B.A.?
I hope you spend Shabbat with your adopted family. It's quiet in New City without you.
XXOO
Mom
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ReplyDeleteYour blog cracks me up, no spellchecker on that fancy computer??? i don't like writing so publicly, suffice to say we had fun in Colorado and I got my groove back, dreading work in 15 more days, can they kick you out of the army for......I don't know what, can they?