I am back from my mad jaunt to Yerushalayim.
It was a wonderful trip, even if, unusually for me it hardly involved any fiber adventures. Unless, of course, I can count a little herd of sheep we passed on the way there. DD #1 is almost Bat Mitzvah. Just about two weeks left. Bat Mitzvah is a female equivalent of the Bar Mitzvah. A day (not a celebration itself), when a Jewish Girl becomes an adult. This trip was part of my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah present. And so it was made for her. I was just there to play the role of the “responsible adult”. Her friend Libba K. came to Israel to celebrate her Bat Mitzvah and wanted to meet with my Rivka.
After figuring out the day and dates on the phone with her parents we realized that the only day we could really do it was Monday. This happened Sunday night. DD #1 stayed home from school and packed up the presents for the girls in her old school. I have no idea what is in them. She did it all herself.
We are very lucky – the bus to Yerushalayim leaves from the bus stop across the street from us. But we have not tried taking it yet and so were very apprehensive. Thankfully we did not have long to worry, the bus was just a few minutes late. We got in and I pulled out my “Ample Shawl”. DD #1 was designated as “the baby holder”, unfortunately we forgot to clear it with the baby herself. She kept trying to decide where she was going to sit. So the game of musical laps began. If you have never taken an Israeli bus it is an experience that is hard to explain. Most of the roads (at least that is how it felt to me) consists of steep corners on the one lane highway through which bus is roaring not lowering the usual speed at all. It is the responsibility of the passenger to stay in the sit. During all this time the driver is apparently a bit bored with his job, so he constantly talking to the passenger in the seat right behind him often turning and gesticulating. No wonder so many Israelis find G-d on the bus. It is truly a soul-searching experience. Now add into equation a really squirmy toddler and Mommys desperate drive to knit… No wonder that by the end of the trip I was more than a little frazzled and was very happy to get off the bus. Even if it was a bit before our bus stop. From there we did the same thing countless tourists do in the city they do not know – we flagged a cab. And soon were at our destination. The K. family is amazing! They planned a surprise Bas Mitzvah celebration for my DD #1. They have a bunch of lively girls and it was amazing to see the warmth with which they all met my Rivka. And they were incredibly nice to me. After the discussion of our options the girls chose to just hang out in the apartment and talk. The K. arranged for the phone call to the US, so my daughter could speak to her whole class. And we all went out to dinner to celebrate Rivka’s upcoming Bat Mitzvah. The tiny dairy restaurant reverberated with the girl’s voices. It was a pleasure to see how happy they where. Then, more talk. I knit and the girls wanted to see what I am knitting and how it works. Soon, too soon for the girls we had to leave.
On the way back I decided to keep the baby in the car seat. She went to sleep as soon as the bus was off. DD #1 was also asleep very soon. And I – I sat and knit, and knit,and knit…