Here’s a picture of me with Eric and Anat at the wedding we attended last week. Etamar’s sister and her husband, Roi, held a wedding party at this place outside of Tel-Aviv–in the “country.” Supposedly 3oo folks were at the party!
I say party because it wasn’t an official Jewish wedding. They held a civil ceremony in Prague earlier in the spring. Their own ceremony consisted of several friends and family members making speeches as well as the bride and groom making a commitment speech to one another. A DJ played a few tracks to accompany the entrance of the bride and groom and other family members onto the stage. Their ceremony stood worlds apart from our own wedding two years ago, which definitely fell within the realm of the traditional Jewish wedding.
(In case you were wondering, Jews can’t be wed between the so-called three weeks of mourning in the Jewish calendar that begin with the 17 of Tamuz and end with 9th of Av (which took place today). The 17 of Tammuz represents the date that the walls of Jerusalem were breached (which led to the destruction of the Temple). Admittedly my observance level of this period in the Jewish calendar has been pretty spotty and up until recently I was pretty uninformed about it.)
The party grounds were quite spacious and lush. There was an area for guests to lounge on low chairs and couches–with spongy green grass go figure! We dined outdoors where they served food in buffet style. There was both a jazz band and a DJ that played a variety of music. As the night wore on into the early morning, though, the music selections gravitated increasingly to techno. (Why is that such a big deal here?) Young were still dancing when we left.
We met some other distant cousins including Michal, a lovely young woman who considers herself a “true Israeli” and who lives in Tel-Aviv, and some other Matz cousins (from Eric’s side) including an American couple that emigrated a while ago. Don’t ask my how they are all related to Eric, but maybe one of these days we can post a pdf file of some genealogy charts.
The next morning (last Friday) we got up early to look at a used car. Yes that’s right, we decided to buy an old car! When Etamar insisted we purchase one, we thought he was crazy. Then we saw how much of a pain it was to get out to Binyamina and how hard it was to rent a car and we changed our minds quickly. We’re loving Jerusalem, but we would also like to see the rest of the country at our own pace.
Etamar found out about a car being sold in Kiryat Tivon and recruited his father, Avi, who knows a lot about cars, to accompany us to inspect the car. Apparently he is quite good at heckling and nudnicking. I didn’t understand very much of what he was discussing with the owner, but there was certainly a lot of back and forth going on. Typically Israeli.
After checking out the car and returning to Etamar’s parent’s house, Eric’s cousins suggested he come back North, stay overnight at the Larons and accompany Avi to get the car inspected in Haifa. If everything worked out, he could buy the car on the spot. Eric and I agreed to this plan of action, and he took the train on Sunday afternoon to Haifa to carry it out. From what he told me, it was quite an interesting process, and I’m nudging him to write an entry about it!
So now we have a nice piece of junk car (bright red), and we are incredibly grateful to the Larons for helping us obtain it!
Tomorrow many Israeli public officials go on strike, which means, among other things, no postal service or garbage collection. That should be interesting. This would never happen in the U.S.!
I’m hoping to put up a little entry on the Tisha B’Av learning session tomorrow evening (my time), but I may be cramming for a quizz. I think I’ll be able to survive in level 3, but they haven’t given us a book to use in our class yet. They just keep giving us photocopies, which is starting to get messy. It would be nice to have a reference book so I can try to better understand this weird Hebrew grammar, which I learned more than a decade ago.
Minor inconvenience nonetheless. What’s really ridiculous is learning how to work an Israeli washing machine that has 50 different ways to wash your laundry. What happened to just Cold and Permanent Press? And it’s like a European washer so you can only wash 8 pieces of clothing at a time. And then I hang them out to dry on my nifty little drying rack. I’m a little worried about how I’ll be drying stuff in the winter, when it will be raining outside. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Okay, enough stream of conscious kvetching. Actually I’m pretty amused by all of this. Hope you are too…