I dedicate this post to Israel and all the wonderful people who live there.
Two years ago I was lucky enough and stubborn enough to pick up my family (at the time there were only seven of us) and go for Chanukah to Israel, Eretz HaKodesh – The Holy Land. I can not pinpoint the moment that my longing for Eretz Israel (the Land of Israel) started. Surely not when I was a child in the Russian school. We were brainwashed enough about the evil Zionists, and no one I knew spoke about “Holy”. People, who left Russia to go there, were regarded as traitors. As I got older, I remember looking with a friend at the photos of different famous museums and telling each other “We will never be there…”.
The times have changed. I have changed. And I am free to visit any country I want. But… The only place I wanted to go was Israel. So we went.
Any one who has traveled internationally with a child knows it is an adventure. With five kids – I think being a bit insane helps. To save money we flew with the Ukrainian company, with the stop over in Kiev. Which happens to be the place where both me and DH are from. This stop over has cured us from nostalgia forever.
So in possession of a stroller with a cranky, teething baby, a toddler – who loves to wonder off, a five-year-old, who is SHY, a seven year-old, who made sure and throw a tantrum and be carried across all international borders, and a nine year-old smart-Alec, who speaks Russian fluently at the most inconvenient moments we made the trip.
It was definitely worth it. First of all I got to meet my DH’s family. I love them, they are great! And then I got to meet the Land. We were there for less then two weeks, I am still sorry we left. And hope to be there again, soon and permanently. Life is not easy there and I hold very few illusions, but that is where I want to be. On one of the days my MIL babysat three of my kids, so DH and I with DS#1 and DS#3 got to go to Yerushalaim.
DH’s cousins met us at the central bus station and gave as a wonderful tour. Through the streets of the Old City we made our way to the Kotel and then back into the city again. As I write this I long to be there again.
Of course, my knitting has traveled with me anywhere I went. That day it was a pair of plain vanilla socks in the colors of blue and gold.
As we were living the Old city I told our guides that I had to stop and knit. They were surprised, but DH has calmed their fears regarding my sanity. The place was so perfect I had to knit there, to knit the memories into the sock. It was the best knitting ever.
I will post the pattern for the socks later this week.