Yep, we went off traveling again. Totally unexpectedly. This time I was not the person who started the ball (or the bus) rolling.
It was DS #1. We were not entirely happy with his school achievements last year. So a decision was made to move him into another school. When DH spoke to the principal on Wednesday we were told that the man is on vacation, visiting his In-Laws, but he was willing to see our son and offered him an interview next day – Thursday.
So off we went to Kfar Chabad. DH and DS #1 because they had to be there, and I and the baby, because this was another place I have not been to.
It is interesting that I have lived fairly happily for many years with no urge to travel at all (except for the annual Maryland Sheep and Wool. But since coming to Israel I keep finding more and more interesting places to travel to. So we called up Grandma and begged to babysit – my MIL is wonderful!
Now to get to Kfar Chabad we had to first take a bus to Tel Aviv. The bus station there is huge! Lots of vendors selling anything from bagels to suitcases. I got myself a really cute bag. Yes, I know I have lots of bags, but this one is really cute. And it is very well made. Here I discovered that DH and I made a wonderful bargaining team. It was a true drama! Young Lady selling the purses wanted 100 shekels for it. I looked undecided. She explained what a wonderful quality purse it is. I agreed, it was a nice purse, but the price was high. She told me that she will ask her boss. Came back and said 80! I looked at DH, he looked doubtful. The young Lady again pointed out what a good quality purse it is. DH said, OK, we will think about it and if his wife (me) still wants it (are you kidding?) we will get it on the way back. I looked suitably regretful. Young lady looked suitably regretful. DH looked regretful too. So she said, OK 75 shekels, because it is such a good quality purse. DH countered 70 – and the deal was done.
As the Young Lady put the purse in the bag she again mentioned that it was such a good quality purse.
The whole thing was fun, but took so much time that we had to run for the train. Well, not exactly run, but power walk very, very fast. Probably that is why we got on the wrong train.
As I set down I noticed thee girls in army uniforms. At some point it dawned on me that they were speaking English. So of course, being the nosy person I am, I could not resist and started talking to them. Turned out that they are Australians (well one was from New Zealand) here, in Israel, for a year to try out the army life and see the country. They are non-combatants, but go through the basic training. I admire these kids. I am not sure I would have been brave enough to try it. Two of them has decided to stay in Israel and make it their home. Girls were fascinated by my knitting. And how I could do it with the baby in the sling. We spoke how we feel that living in Israel is like living amongst the huge family. Like every family there are some people you love and some you prefer to avoid. An occasional crazy uncle. A strange cousin. And so on. But it is our family warts and all. And we will not trade it for the world.
At some point DH realized that we were going to Rechovot, way more South than we needed to go. So we got out, and prayed for the right train to come. It got there fairly soon, I only managed 2 rows on my Pink and Green “Good Mood Shawl”. A few more minutes and we were in Kfar Chabad.
Knitting in the center of Kfar Chabad.