Zionist Youth Farm

I'm not going to apologize for not blogging the last week. We were kicked out of Tzuba and we'd been staying at a youth hostel in Jerusalem for 5 days which didn't have any Internet. Hard life I live.

The Goldstein youth village, otherwise known as the Zionist Youth Farm, is another New Trier aka PRISON! It was boring beyond belief, we still had school, the food was inedible, a rooster would scream it's head off at 6 am, old people partied until 3 am blasting 90's disco music in the building next door, it was just sheer horror. Never going back. The good things happened only when we left the hostel.

My friend from school/camp was in town and broke us out of jail to go to J-town and get some candy. We took a טיול (trip) last week to a community called נחלאות (Nach'laot) where we saw the orthodox cleaning all their dishes before Passover started. We took a slight detour to FINALLY go to מחנה יהודה (Machaneh Yehuda)! for those of you goyim who don't know what that is, it's Israel's busiest, craziest, yummiest food market in Jerusalem. I got tea, cheese, apples, cookies, nuts, and pomegranate juice. The perfect pre-Passover meal.

Yesterday I came to Tel Aviv for פסח at my aunt and uncle's and it was another Thanksgiving. There'll be leftovers to last them for months, no joke. What was interesting was that we reading from a feminist Hagadah, which was different to say the least. 12 hours later and I can't eat breakfast because I'm still full from last nights Seder. You can just never avoid getting fat here.

להיטראות!