Generosity and Kindness
Orange
This guy seemed helpful too but he was busy flirting with various people and checking his cellphone. After a few more minutes though he gave us cellphone numbers and then he reviewed the charges. He said that we had to lay out 750 shekel for each phone because we were paying with an American credit card. My father didn't have an Israeli credit card so we were stuck. I pointed out that we'd be there for almost two hours already and were told the costs and we were upfront that we didn't have an Israeli credit card but we were told it would be a lot less. He said he'd call over the boss. The boss came and confirmed that he was correct. I asked the boss why the original lady told us differently and he said that she was new and made a mistake. I told him that she asked two other people and he said that they just made a mistake. I said that this mistake just cost me a lot of time and I was really upset (the fact that I was extremely tired wasn't helping) and I stormed out of there with Shira and my father.
I figured that was the end of it and I'd have to go cellphone shopping. Then while we were out yesterday, the manager called my parents' house to tell them that he felt bad and he "remembered" another deal that we could get and he'd come to the house so we wouldn't have to shlep out there. We called him back and he came to the house to give us the cellphones on the new plan. He stayed there for two hours to get everything sorted out. He did have some trouble in the end but luckily my mother had an Israeli credit card so we put it on her credit card and that took care of the problem (had we known about the credit card on Friday we wouldn't have had to go through any of that). I was shocked that they called and I really wasn't expecting it but it was a nice gesture and now we have two cellphones at pretty good prices ... even better than the prices we were quoted originally. As Shira said, "you ask for something, the answer is NO, you ask again and the answer is YES."
On A More Positive Note
Shabbos Menucha
17 pieces of luggage!
The drive to JFK was uneventful. Ari was a really nice guy and played music for the kids and talked to us most of the way. I had to daven in the car because I was afraid we'd hit traffic and I wouldn't have time to daven any other time. We got to the airport before 9. We couldn't find a porter at the airport so we needed Rivka and Zvi to help us a lot. We got three carts plus Yeshaya's stroller (we put the other stroller on one of the carts. The kids helped a lot and we got all the stuff to security. They were very nice there. They started weighing the bags one by one (25 kg limit)... 22, 25.4, 22, 9 (pillows and blankets), 22, 22. Finally the guy said, "Do all your bags weigh 22 kg?" I told him what an amazing packer Shira was and how she pretty much evened them all out. He said I could stop putting them on the scale. Then we had just three more lines: one to drop off the luggage, one to get our passports checked and then to go through security.
We got to the gate at 10:15 or so and we found out the flight was delayed until 12:30 (from 11:30). Not so bad. The kids were just happy to be finished with the lines so they could run around a little and so Zvi could play Backyard Baseball on the laptop. We got early boarding since we're travelling with young kids and we had excellent seats (bulkhead in the front row behind business class). We were also sitting next to our cousins, BJ and Hindy and next to the Reichers (friends from Baltimore). It never hurts to have a little protektzia. The kids were pretty good on the flight but I was hoping that they'd sleep a little more.
We got to the airport and my father met us there. My mother would have too but she was busy meeting movers for us at our new house. They were moving stuff from Zichron that my sister and Shira's brother had arranged. BJ and Hindy were a huge help at the airport. I have no idea how we would have managed without everyone's help there. We got our car and loaded the 17 duffels in there and then I drove a jam packed car with all the luggage while everyone else took a taxi. Now we're at my sister's house in Chashmoanim. All in all, it was an excellent trip!
Strike!
Tisha B'av
Pack Rat ... Not Me!!!
Thanks for the help
Unfortunately two of the other three families from Baltimore weren't able to go this year for different reasons. We're just really lucky for a number of reasons. One reason is that my job is letting me do everything the same in Israel including my salary so I'm going for one year without any change in my employment. Not everyone gets that chance. The main thing though that is making our lives so much easier is the family and friends that we have in Israel. If we didn't have this huge support network I'm sure that there is no way that we'd have even gotten this far. So thank you very much to all our family and friends in Israel who have helped us get this far and hopefully you guys won't stop being such a big help once we get there.
get ready for Isreal
Our last Shabbos
Six more days!
I don't have a good picture of Shira and me but we'll try to get one up here soon. The kids in the picture are (from left) Leora (4.5 years old), Rivka (9), Zvi (7) and Yeshaya (1.5). Rivka said that she will frequently post on the blog and Shira said that she'll do the same. I'm not expecting any posts from the others but you might see one occasionally. We'll try to post pictures and document our experiences.
Foreword by Adina Hagege
There’s no better way to preface a book of the Greenstone blogs than with important statistics and lots of numbers. The family made 235 posts during the 12 months that span their trip to Israel: 87 posts in 2008 and 148 in 2007. August, 2007 was the peak month, with 35 posts. They’ve had nearly 17,000 page hits (as of August, 2008). 9 blog titles include the word Shabbos (no Shabbat in any title). Just barely beating out the mentions of Chanuka (misspelled every time!), which had 6 titular appearances. All in all, there are about 15 references to the various holidays (Yom Yerushalayim counts). But just 2 families make it in to a title. God does not appear once, so it’s hard to be insulted when you’re in such good company (Hagege is not one of the families with a star appearance).
Important data, all that. Lots of numbers to measure and count.
But here are the real statistics.
No number of words can possibly capture how much the Israel-based Greenstones enjoyed having the Greenstone, Jr family here in Israel. No number of memories can attest to how significant this year was for them, for their children. No number of blog posts can possibly capture the impact that this year had on them.
And that’s because there’s something infinitely exquisite, eternally special, unaccountably impressive about living in Israel. And the longer you spend here, the more it seeps in to who you are. Israel is about reviving Jewish history—and you feel it every day you’re here, even just doing the mundane. The Greenstone’s e-account illustrates that to us: so much of their life takes place around history. The very place they lived, Modiin, was the home of the Macabim. Their regular visits to the Kotel are a throwback to what was, 2000 years ago. Their walks through Ein Gedi resonate with David (the king, not the Greenstone) fleeing from Saul. Biking from Kiryat Arba to Jerusalem—OK, may not be how the forefathers made it down to Mearat HaMakhpela, but definitely part of that feeling of history. Snorkeling for the famous blue in the (not-so) deep blue lends the mitzvah of tzitzit a vibrancy it never previously had. (Of course, evenyaruka reminds us that Israel is also about the challenges of living the Jewish life. Dealing with a bureaucracy that may not do things optimally. A laundry machine that never works effectively. Lice that crawl on your head, cockroaches that crawl on your toes.)
Because a year in Israel is more than just a year. It’s a lifetime and possibly an eternity.
I have to confess that my very favorite evenyaruka post is “The world is a toilet.” But another of my favorite posts is “Best time of year to be in Israel.” I think that the Greenstone’s got it right: there’s nothing like the period marking our freedom, leading up to our achieving our independence. But I think that the Greenstone’s also missed a post—“Best place to spend your life.” Or maybe they didn’t. Because the blog itself is about just that: a testimony to Israel as the best place to spend your life.