Momma Week

This week was Ima Week. My mother arrived on Sunday and was super excited to see me despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that I was late picking her up from the airport. She was thrilled to be out of the freezing snow in Prague (where she had spent the previous week) and into the warm Middle-Eastern January of Jerusalem.

It was a quiet week ( I had off from the army, of course) as my mother was only interested in a) hanging out with me b) shopping and c) eating out. This was perfectly fine with me because not only did I get to see my mom, but I got lots of pretty new jewelry and ate like a kosher-abiding pig. Our days mainly consisted of: Sleep in, eat out, walk, shop, walk, eat, shop, walk, eat, shop, walk, eat, shop, eat, walk, sleep. It was pretty awesome. 

We did venture up to Tel Aviv on Tuesday where I took my mother to a dance show at the Suzanne Dellal Center for the Arts. The Center is located in one of the older neighborhoods of Tel Aviv that borders with Yaffo. It is beautiful and historical and after reading Exodus, I am much more appreciative of the fact that Tel Aviv was the first all-Jewish city built in Israel. It was also nice to get out of Jerusalem and join into the beautiful, exciting art scene up in Tel Aviv. I began to wonder why I don't spend more time in Tel Aviv. Then, after trying four different restaurants and failing to find any kosher ones, we finally sat down and had ice cream for dinner and I remembered why I don't like Tel Aviv. The dancing however, was quite spectacular. But then again, it was the Jerusalem School for the Arts...

Other than that, it was mostly shopping and eating. I got to have burgers, sushi, mac and cheese, salmon stir fry, ice cream, hot cocoa, donuts, poached fish on a bed of something fancy, squash soup and all sorts of delicious salads. I ate like a queen this week :)

I also got to hear from my mother all about what Jerusalem was like in the 70's when she was first here and how much it has grown since then. 

Anyway, my mother took off last night and all I am left with is a bunch of dirty sheets and some awesome new necklaces. (Not to mention the suitcase of supplies she brought me from America- Thanks Ima!!). It was kind of a whirlwind of a week. It felt so natural to have her here that I havent quite processed the fact that she is gone again. Or that it is almost Shabbat. Really didnt think about that at all this week, so now I have to go get ready.