My parents came to visit last week, which was awesome. The couple times I've seen people from home it feels almost strange (great, of course, but strange) to see them here...like they've just rocked my little MASA-dance world, and it's a bit mind-boggling. Having my parents here though, didn't seem strange at all, even though I expected it to be a clash of worlds. It was almost as i had been imagining their presence all along, or perhaps, with regular Skyping, it was as if they actually were here.
They spent some time in Jerusalem, and then came to visit me at the Kibbutz. The class they observed was a good one to see, because there was lots of action--It was a Rep rehearsal, putting together a section from "360." They seemed to enjoy wandering around the kibbutz and enjoying the beautiful, flowering, sweet-smelling scenery (Can scenery be sweet-smelling?). And I think found the cafe as wonderful and delicious as I do. :-)
We went to Tzfat that afternoon, which is probably my favorite city in Northern Israel. It is home of Jewish mysticism, the center for jewelers and artists, and the location of beautiful old synagogues. The covered, cobblestone ally where the artists sell their work reminds me a bit of the Old City of Jerusalem, and I absolutely love the atmosphere and the picturesque view of the Galilee. From the first time I was here on Birthright, I fell in love with this city! I’m so happy I got to share it with my parents.
|Ally in Tzfat|
|View from cafe in Tzfat|
Our hotel, the Hilton, had a gorgeous view of the Mediterranean. My dad and I took a walk along the coast, north to the Port after dinner; it was fun to see everyone out and about, even on a Friday night here (which is Shabbat, but Tel Aviv is a pretty secular city, so tons of cafes/restaurants/bars are still open).
|View from the Hilton Hotel|
r business. Well, that about sums up their visit!
I absolutely need to write about the book series I just finished which I became...well...pretty much obsessed with over the last 6 weeks or so. It's the trilogy, the Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins. I brought the first book with me, and started it around the time that we went on our trip to the south. Literally, I could not put it down. I love reading, but seriously, I have not been so fully captivated and all-consumed by a book, probably since I became enthralled with the world of Harry Potter (circa age 14). Anyway, I was so drawn to this book that we were hiking Masada and I was honestly thinking..."I wish I was reading right now..." I ordered the second and third books online, and literally, when I finished the second, immediately picked up the third. I don't know how to categorize them; think 1984 meets Enders' Game meets
In general, we are just dancing harder than ever. At the beginning of last week, we started working intensely on a section from "Screensaver." I kid you not, it's the most physically challenging piece of choreography I have ever encountered. In this section, we are dancing (rather, jumping, pas de bourreeing, arching, flinging, and falling) on mattresses. The mattresses absorb all of your weight, so you sink down as you land, and finding the momentum to jump again is the most difficult thing, muscularly and cardiovascularly. The piece is essentially about war--We were given the image of being shot to hold in our mind, as we struggle to keep going. "People keep pushing you down, but you want to live," Mika told us. The emotion of the piece, combined with my will power to want to prove that I can do it, that I can beat my body's limitations, is what keeps me going. Still, it's so incredibly hard, and I haven't been able to get all the way through yet. After the last run-through of the day, I went up to Mika to explain my frustrations--I want to do it so badly (and for me, being so physically strong, it's weird to find myself in a situation where I really can't do something), but no matter how much I tell myself to keep going, my body doesn't obey. It kills the quads the most. And about 3/4 of the way through, I get to the point where my muscles literally stop firing. Of course, I ended up tearing up as I explained how frustrated I am, but I was comforted by the fact that it's difficult for everyone, even all the company members who have done this part before. It will get easier, I was told, and I hope it's true. I really want to be able to do this part, if only just to accomplish it for myself.
So after the Nizotzot show in a few days, this is what I'll be faced with...sore quads and a stiff back. But I'm ready...bring it on. :-)
So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void. -From You've Got Mail