Warning: This post could make you vomit due to it’s elevated level of cheesiness.
I am completely in love with Israel and my friends right now. I’m sure it will pass within a few days when some idiot flicks me off on the freeway or calls me a puta (yes, that actually happens here too), but for the next few days, I will remain in an elevated state of elation, due to the amazing long weekend I just had.
Wednesday was Israel’s Memorial Day, and it was immediately followed by Israel’s 60th Independence Day. On Wednesday night, the entire country was out celebrating at numerous events around the country. I stayed in my town because an amazing band, Kaveret, was reuniting for the evening, and a couple of my friends came over (video of them singing Yoya is here). After the show we played TAKI until 330 am (basically the Israeli version of Uno) which you can play online here.
It doesn’t matter what incredible things I did over those 4 days, including almost fainting after donating blood (though I’d like to mention I attended the premiere of Fiddler on the Roof at the Cameri and it was incredible – y’all should go if you’re in Israel!).
Because of this corny state in which I am at the moment, I’d like to share with you why I love Israel so much.
I love that your friends have no problem picking up other friends of yours who they’ve never met, and by the time they reach your apartment, they are having deeper and more personal conversations than you’ve had with half your friends. They’ve probably added each other on Facebook before they even got out of the car.
I love that you can’t possibly go through a holiday without being invited to a million people’s houses for dinner/lunch/parties. Having one dinner/lunch/party is not an excuse to miss another one. You can’t eat too much food.
I love how I studied Spanish for years in Texas, but I only became fluent after moving to Israel and getting addicted to Argentinean telenovelas (soap operas).
I love how Israeli children are fluent in basic Spanish because of kiddie novelas from Argentina and Mexico like Chiquititas, Rebelde Way, Amy La Nina de la Mochila Azul, and Patito Feo.
I love that you don’t worry about not having Friday night plans on Friday afternoon – no one else has made them yet either. Just wait till 9 – you’ll be turning people down.
I love than if you try to plan ahead people yell at you “I don’t know what I’m doing the day after tomorrow – it’s too far away!”
I love that anywhere you go there is history. Even if you don’t know it.
I love that you can visit almost any place written in the Bible. Learn it and go there (props to Jerusalem class from Young Judaea Year Course 1996-1997!)
I love that you can walk through the Old City (during the quieter times) and see people and sites from all religions and forget there is a conflict going on.
I love the fact that sometimes Shuk Hacarmel feels like it’s been invaded by the US (and ditto for Ben Yehuda street in Jerusalem).
I love that you can’t possibly meet an Israeli and not have mutual acquaintances. If you don’t figure it out when you meet, add each other on Facebook – you’ll be surprised. Read this hilarious post by my friend Benji about this.
I love seeing garbage men with Tzitziot hanging out.
I love how, when people come from overseas, you suddenly realize how much you know about the history of each little rock in the country.
I love how everyone recognizes the names of almost every terror victim and kidnapped soldier (older ones too).
I love how Israelis are so close to their families, and will do anything for their mom’s cooking.
I love how the way to a man’s heart is through his mother – not your cooking.
I love how I don’t feel the need to look over my shoulder when I’m walking down a dark street alone.
I love how my biggest fear is my car being towed in Tel Aviv.
I love how random acts of crime are barely existent.
I love how you can sit at a wedding at table with 12 people and everyone be from different countries.
I love that I don’t feel the need to be religious in order to feel Jewish.
I love the “Careful – Camels Crossing” signs on the way to the Dead Sea and Eilat.
I love how when people over the world say “Mi casa es su casa” (my home is you home), in Israel they mean it – and feel it, too.
I love how I can call a friend an hour away and tell her I’m coming to visit – when I’m already on the way.
I love how Israel is the size of New Jersey, and is #2 in hi tech in the world (and I’m part of it!) Per capita, Israel has the largest number of start-ups in the world.
I love how Israel has the highest per-capita number of scientific papers than any other country in the world – and by a large margin: 109 per 10,000 people.
I love how, outside of the US and Canada, Israel has the largest number of companies listed on NASDAQ.
I love how Israel, at 24% of the workforce, is only behind the USA and Holland in people who hold university degrees.
I love that Israel goes on humanitarian missions and offers aid to any country that has had a natural disaster (or unnatural…) – even if they refuse the help. Israel’s search and rescue teams are among the best in the world (and my dad was among them!)
I love that Israelis can think of stupid groups on Facebook like “The organization for the mercy killing of those who translate movie titles into Hebrew,” “The movement against those who eat tangerines on buses,” “Call the new 2 sheqel coin Shnekel” (which totally worked) and “I want an entire episode of Survivor Israel of Noam in his underwear.”
I love that Israelis also have important groups on Facebook, immortalizing celebs and non-celebs who have passed (Tair Rada and Poli Poliakov), helping each other find jobs, preserving correct grammar, and Demanding Holocaust victims live in dignity.”
I love that Israelis also have cultural groups on Facebook, such as the Kipi Ben Kipod group, the group for those who are here and want to be there (Sesame Street), the Benny Goren ruined my childhood group (he writes the math books), and chocolate milk in a bag (don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it!)
I love how, while having the qualifications for a job is an absolute necessity, knowing someone on the inside always helps – and is almost just as important. Israel has a Haver Mevi Haver mentality – a friend brings a friend.
I love that my 2.5 year old nephew says everything in Hebrew AND English just to make sure his point gets across (I want an egg. Beitza. I want cake. Uga.)
I love that people are going to make of me for writing this post, but they know they feel the same way.
I love that I didn’t want to move to Israel and did so because of family pressure – and I can’t imagine my life not being here.