Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Ceasarea

On Tuesday of this last week we took a trip to Caerarea. It was an extremely hot day. So hot that they called when we where about 30 minutes into it and were going to make us come back. But we all had a water bottle and light clothes, so we made it just fine. It was a 12k walk from the Kibbutz to Caesarea. Most of the walk was on the beach. We passed by one of the neighboring Arab villages. Our tour guide was very interesting. Here is some history on Caesarea:

Caesarea is a city that Herod the Great dedicated to Caesar Augustus more than 2,000 years ago.

The aqueduct, originally built by Herod in the first century BCE, was repaired and expanded by the Romans in the second century CE. It conveyed water to the city from springs at the foot of Mt. Carmel over 10 kms. away. (Ministry of Tourism Photo)

Once the site of a Phoenician port, over the course of 12 years Herod built Caesarea into the grandest city other than Jerusalem in Palestine, with an aqueduct, hippodrome and magnificent amphitheater that remain standing today. In 6 CE, Caesarea became the home of the Roman governors (Procurators) of Judea.

The Great Revolt of 66-70 CE started in Caesarea when the Jewish and Syrian communities began fighting over a pagan ceremony conducted on Shabbat near the entrance of a synagogue. The Romans ignored the Jewish protests of this provocation and violence soon spread throughout the country. When the Romans finally quelled the revolt, and razed Jerusalem, Caesarea became the capital of Palestine, a status it maintained until the Roman Empire was Christianized by the Emperor Constantine in 325 CE.

Caesarea was also the site where the Romans tortured and executed Rabbi Akiva following the Bar Kochba revolt in 135 CE.

Fun fact: The only golf course in Israel is in Caesarea.

Caesarea is an important site in Christian history. This was where Simon Peter converted the Roman, Cornelius, the first non-Jew to believe in Jesus. Paul was also imprisoned for two years in Caesarea.

After the Muslims swept out of Arabia and across the Middle East, driving out the Romans, Palestine was largely neglected. In 1101, the Crusaders captured the city, only to lose it in 1187 to Saladin.












These first few pictures are right outside the Kibbutz. The river you see is called Crocodile River and 99 years ago the last croc was seen. This area is actually where the aqueduct begins. So imagine, that water travelled 12k to reach the city.

The ruins are actually a pipe factory for the aqueduct. Kind of funny how there was an ancient pipe factory on this land and now there is Plasson!










This is one of the surrounding Arab villages. And interesting to note, there is an old Arab cemetary on Ma-Agan Michael. We passed it as we left on our walk. The muslims from the villages come and visit the graves whenever they wish. I am going to go there to take some photographs.

This is a very poor village. The population is around 10,000. There are few jobs and a lot of crime and drugs. But many of the people work at Plasson or on the Kibbutz. It is good to see there are some relations going on.

I loved the farm animals at the end of the village. The were some places we passed where Arabic fisherman live right on the beach in little huts.



This is a part of the aquaduct. It is really cool. It is build with a special stone that is formed naturally by sand and the salt of the sea. It is easy to mold into shapes but also it is very strong, as it is over 2,000 years old.













These are just some views and things I saw on the walk. The sun had amazing rays the whole way to Ceararea.





A picture of me and one of the German girls, Yana.



This was the tour guide, Ruben. He lives on the Kibbutz and also works in management in Plasson. I enjoyed his talk so much. Also I walked most of our trek with him and he is a very nice and interesting man. So I asked him if he would adopt me. We can get an adopted family, but usually they come to the director and he chooses. Ruben said yes, so this is my new daddy!

I met his wife Rosie today and they have 4 children. All of there kids have names that deal with water.

Starting next Shabbat I will eat dinner with them. It will be really nice to visit with some people other than Ulpanists.



A wedding in Ceasarea.



And finally a beautiful sunset. It is interesting to see the sunset in ancient places. It really makes you feel small in this great world.



What Are You Eating!!!???

When I talked to my mom this week, she asked what I am eating. I am sure for some people it is hard to imagine what a person would eat in Israel. Simple: salad, salad, and more salad. In Israel you have salad and pancakes for breeakfast.




Lunch:


Supper:


Special Supper: This was made by special chiefs in honor of the children. Tomorrow is the first day of school.

Monday, August 29, 2005

AT THE END OF THE WORLD, TURN LEFT

I just watched an Israeli film with this title. It was really good and very interesting. About two friends, but also about all the Jewish peoples that came to Palistine to start the country. One of the main families in the film was from India. One deosn't usually think of Jews in India.

I feel maybe I have turned the corner. I am sure I will find more corners that I need to turn, but for now things seem more calm. I think I was having a hard time when it sunk in that I would be in this living situation for another 4 months. But for now I have come to peace with it. I am doing my best to listen to my heart.

It is hard because there are so many people on the Ulpan who are here to party and play. And that is all well and good, but I am here to learn the language. I don't feel that I fit in with any of the cliches that have formed and so, it can be hard at times.

But I know this is not forever. And also maybe it is good, because if I had lots of friend I wouldn't want to study so much.

Also, having such difficulty in the class has really discouraged me. but my teacher is amazing and gives me so much encouragement and extra help. There is a tutor coming a few days a week to help those of us that are stuggling, so I will get more help. But Rutie is a wonderful teacher. She doesn't ask me to read things or say things that are too difficult. She knows all our levels and tailors questions to each of our levels.

So that is me. I had a wonderful online chat with my younger brother and parents last night. It was really good to catch up a bit. All my love.


Oh by the way. I though this was strange. All the people in Israel are very concerned about the hurricane. I find this strange that they care so much and say that it must be so dangerous to live in Florida and New Orleans. Yet people in the US think it is so dangerous to be in Israel.

Perspective is interesting.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Today Lisa who irons behind me in the laundry asked if I had brothers and sisters. When I told her I have two brothers, she asked if it was hard to be away from them.

Lisa is originally from England. She has been living in Israel for 5 years. She seems to be having a hard time. She doesn't like the kibbutz life and longs to go back to England. She had a baby 9 months ago and is very connected to her child. Her husband has no intention of leaving.

I told her that my older brother is in China jonathansojourn.blogspot.com (visit his blog it is great) and my younger brother is moving to Philedelphia this week; I would be missing them if I were home.

Homesickness and this whole process of moving and growing is hard. Fun, and interesting, but hard. I imagine both my siblings are stuggling right now. We are all trying to find our place in this world. And we are all away from home and all the comforts we know. I am dying to sit on the couch and chill out with a coffee and my family. But, the grass is aways greener on the other side.

The other strange thoughts that cross my mind are how much our lives are changing and going to change without each other. In some ways we are no longer part of each others lives, except for letters, emails, and the rare phone call.

Yet I feel this is a test of time and faith. If I don't hear from my brothers for 3 months or 8 years, does that mean that I don't love them? They don't love me? or God isn't watch over us? Faith takes a lot of faith.


Sometimes a simple poem can help and so this is for my ACH-IM (brothers in Hebrew)

Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the hills --
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip --
He who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you --
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm --
He will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forever more.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Pomegranates and Pecans

Sometimes when you leave the city, you realize that you miss so much of nature. Like for example today I ate pecans that you take out of the shell, for the first time. They were amazing, the flavor was so rich and strong. Also I had my first white pomegranate (I know, I know, I am so prejudice) I thought it wasn't as good as the red ones. But it was delicous.

I found out something not so good about the food in the dinning hall. It has MSG in it. Basically everything with a sauce has MSG in it. Which was good to learn but now makes eating a lot harder. There is some scary food, but some it rally tasty (I guess that is why).

Tomorrow I have a test!! We have completes our fist unit which is amazing. I am having an easier time in class. Today I was ironing and a woman asked me if I work in the laundry and I answered without having to think : TRANSLATE, HURRY! My first reaction is always to say do you speak English. I am really trying.

And in very interesting news, my ironing average is 12 shirts an hour! That is impressive!

This weekend is the anniversary of the kibbutz so there are supposed to be parties all weekend. Hopefully i can get some good pictures of drunken Kibbutzniks!

Well, I must study.

TTFN




This is Enzo. he is Italiano. Very Italian. He is on the ulpan also and a real sweetheart. his roommate is from Hungary and spoke no English and Hebrew when he arrived. Enzo has totally taken that guy under his wing. He always invites him everywhere he is going. And so the Hungarian boy is learning Hebrew, English, and Italian!