It’s early morning my friend,
I actually began this entry with a bout of jet lag at 3AM and first a visit to Facebook posting a status update, receiving great responses from friends back home in my normal zone and finally, totally giving up on sleep, grabbing up my Israeli cell phone and tiptoeing into the bathroom for a muffled conversation with Tuvia who was up, of course at a normal 9:15 PM in Paramus and itching to talk.
A long talk… A great talk… 🙂
And now still in the darkness the birds are singing to me and I’m remembering the Israel that I’m missing…the sounds of the sea just below our balcony. I am missing that Israel here in a luxurious condo that I’m sharing with Marla and Jeff, Amanda and Steve.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful to be here with the family to celebrate a wedding but… I’m missing the Israel I share with Tuvia, of course. How could I not and I’m missing my mom.
It’s the Israel of his past and our present that we share as we begin each morning walking out of the lobby of our hotel, crossing the road and immediately removing our sandals to inch our way in the deep, freshly mowed sand to the edge of the sea. I grab my camera out of its bag, while Tuvia offers me freedom from the constraints of bag and shoes allowing me to capture the experience once again no matter how many pictures I save of sea and sand and humus and pita and strangers that cross the lens of my camera. I want it all.
Funny that we are satisfied with a very routine experience. We don’t have a favorite restaurant that’s if you can’t count a seat on the deck of Banana Beach just to enjoy a small plate of humus, a basket of fresh pita, an Israeli salad with scrambled eggs and cheeses. And if we can fit it in, we return later for a glass of wine and the sunset.
Seems like I can never remember the restaurants we’ve shared meals with friends, but I do remember our conversations, yes that’s what I remember. And yes, there are some family and friends I am seeing on this trip even if it can’t be the elaborate schedule Tuvia begins to create on our first night but given the this unique visit to Tel Aviv, I still need to find time for those routine experiences I’ve come to love.
I woke up too soon of course. I was dreaming about my mom and it was good to share it with Tuvia who miles away in front of his TV set, bored he could understand why I was up and missing both him and my mom at the same time.
I’ve been curious about what Israel means to me alone and you know, it means a lot.