[Israel] Part sheni: erev Shabbat
Mar. 15th, 2007 02:32 pmSince I took the train, I got to Beit Shmuel rather later than originally planned. After I caught my aunt and uncle up on the travel saga, I got more details about upcoming plans, including Shabbat dinner at a hotel and seudah shlishit in the apartment we were sharing. Not just seudah shlishit for the five of us, but for most of the people around for Shabbat, so there'd be 17 of us crammed into the place.
( the apartment )
( food acquisition )
By the time I walked back, I realized how tired I was; I'd been awake since early Thursday morning, with lots of travel and walking. Luckily there was time to lie down before Shabbat started. And there'd been a message that the parents would be arriving soon. Yay!
So I lay down, and woke up with a start an hour and a half later, alone in the apartment and worried I'd not left enough time to make it to the minyan I wanted. I took a very fast shower (burning my foot a bit on the way; I hadn't remembered how hot the water can get when there aren't temperature regulators), lit the tealights I'd brought, and walked past Gan ha-Pa'amon (Liberty Bell Park) to Emek Refa'im. Luckily, number 12 is on the end of the street closer to where I was coming from, and there were other people going, so I followed them to the school building off the street where minyan Shira Chadasha davens.
Once I figure out how to get the photos off the camera, there will be more visual posts.
( the apartment )
( food acquisition )
By the time I walked back, I realized how tired I was; I'd been awake since early Thursday morning, with lots of travel and walking. Luckily there was time to lie down before Shabbat started. And there'd been a message that the parents would be arriving soon. Yay!
So I lay down, and woke up with a start an hour and a half later, alone in the apartment and worried I'd not left enough time to make it to the minyan I wanted. I took a very fast shower (burning my foot a bit on the way; I hadn't remembered how hot the water can get when there aren't temperature regulators), lit the tealights I'd brought, and walked past Gan ha-Pa'amon (Liberty Bell Park) to Emek Refa'im. Luckily, number 12 is on the end of the street closer to where I was coming from, and there were other people going, so I followed them to the school building off the street where minyan Shira Chadasha davens.
Once I figure out how to get the photos off the camera, there will be more visual posts.