I had a totally great day!
I woke up around 8 AM because at the house next door, there is a rooster. Haha that really is the only downside I’ve come across thus far. According to the other members of Living Bread Staff, the thing goes at random 24 hours a day. Joy! So, I woke up, took a shower, and ate breakfast. Here in the ministry house, the kitchen is on the third floor where I am staying. It is fully equipped with a stove, oven, sink, and lots of tables in the adjacent room. Because of the Daniel Fast that is continually undertaken by all members of the team, there is no meat, coffee, tea, or sugar anywhere in the house. However, when I go out, I am free to eat whatever I like, which is awesome because I am dying for a shawarma right now! Shawarma is pita with humus, diced cucumber and tomato, and some kind of meat. It is absolutely delicious.
But in our kitchen, there is a plethora of fruits, lots of pita, tons of humus, yogurt, milk, and leftovers from previous dinners. We take turns making meals, which kind of scares me because I have no idea what I’ll make. When its my turn though, I’ll find a way to make things interesting. But for breakfast, I had:
* Pita with humus
* Cashews
* Dates
* Water
The main thing that I’ll be drinking is water. Its so crazy because here, water is sold not in little bottles of 16 ounces or so, but 1.5 liters each!
In the morning after I ate, I read Isaiah. I never have before and felt strongly that I needed to. I read chapters 1-12. On Saturdays, the staff is free to do whatever they want, so I had no time constraint. I read some in my room and some on the roof of our house, which was awesome. Two flights of stairs up, and there is a set of double doors. Instead of being another apartment, it is the roof! Its so awesome because there are chairs and a clothes line on the top and it is a really nice place to relax and talk. From up there you can see so much. I was taking pictures and was shocked when to the right of the building I turned and saw the Dome of the Rock through my lens! It was insane! I am really in a great location because I am in such close proximity to the Old City.
After reading, I was able to get to know the other staff as we talked and ate lunch until 2:45. Right now, there are four other people in the building with me: Tristan, Kat, Valerie (Val) and Stephania. There are a few others that are on a trip to Gaza and will be back tomorrow. When they come back to the house, then I’ll get to meet my roommate. We shared God stories, talked about family and home, and life in general as we soaked up the Israeli sun. Apparently before I got here it was incredibly cold for Israel with weather in the 20s-30s (Fahrenheit). But lucky for me, my first day had a high of around 72F! It was so nice coming from Philadelphia where there was almost four feet of snow on the ground to be transplanted into Israel with such spectacular weather.
After talking and lunch (pita, humus, green olives, dates, water and cheese) we got freshened up and went for a walk before dinner. I always forget how much people stare when you’re from out of the country. Not just in Israel, but when I was in Rwanda, Kenya and Congo also, if you’re a white woman, people stare. It’s fine, in the beginning it just feels awkward until you stop noticing. We walked out of East Jerusalem, where the Christian and Muslim population lives (where the ministry house is located) and into the Orthodox Jewish Quarter. Because it was Saturday, and Shabbat was not yet over, people were far and few in between and the streets were practically barren. Cars were non existent. There is no work done from Friday at dusk when Shabbat begins until Saturday at dusk when Shabbat ends. In the Jewish Quarter, that means all shops are closed. As we walked, there were only children and young adults around for the most part. All were modestly dressed in long skirts or pants, and long sleeved shirts or sweaters. Modesty is incredibly important to the Jewish people to the degree that they have placed a sign atop one street in the Quarter. I’ll take a picture the next time I pass. Due to the Shabbat, picture taking is not allowed. Stephania had her camera out and was graciously asked by one woman to not take pictures because of the Shabbat. The sign said something like this: “Modesty required. Residents extremely offended if visitors do not comply. Women and girls please dress accordingly. No tight clothing or trousers. Dresses, long skirts, and shirts below the elbow.” It probably said more but I can’t remember what else was on the sign. It made me kind of worried though because it literally came out of nowhere and my outfit was totally inappropriate (by their standards of course!). We decided to turn back then and go to Ben Yehuda Street.
Ben Yehuda is a really popular street in central Jerusalem. It’s a party street. There are tons of little shops, places to sit and sip a latte, and cute restaurants to grab a bite to eat. The first time we passed, the street was practically empty because of Shabbat - all the stores were closed. Until dinner, we sat on some of the benches and I talked with Kat and took pictures. After that, we walked to a park and then to dinner. We ate at an Italian place called “Focasia.” It was delicious, but at the same time I was totally disappointed because I was craving a falafel, shawarma, or schnitzel all day! I was dying to have something totally Israeli again! But it was ok because I know over the next three months I will have more than enough opportunities to experience the local cuisine. So for dinner I had a wonderful salad instead. It was chicken and goat cheese, and absolutely delicious. I was really hungry by that point and even thought it was enough to feed like two people, I ate the almost all of it myself. I really liked that everyone shared their meals though. Everyone was like “oh that’s good!” or “try some of my pasta!” or “can I taste that?!” Everyone seems to be like on big happy family. Actually, Stephania said that Kat and I should call she and Val our moms. Kat is 18 and I am 16, making us the youngest in the house by almost 20 years or more. Tristan is 25, but he is full-time staff here. For the volunteers, I am the youngest person. I’m not worried though because everyone is on the same page spiritually I think, which is the most important and critical aspect of why we are all here, together.
For dessert, I had a fabulous slice of hot chocolate cake. It was like a slice of heaven. It came with French vanilla ice cream and a load of warm chocolate syrup. I split mine with Kat. It was hilarious because Rachel (a full-time staff member who does not live in the ministry house) had Tierra messou and started laughing. Her teeth were caked with the chocolate pudding and were totally brown. Everyone pointed and laughed, but because our desserts were all brown as well, our teeth were just as discolored! Haha. I think it was one of those “had to be there” kind of moments.
After dinner we walked back through Ben Yehuda Street. By that point, it had gotten dark and the shops were all open and filled with people. It’s crazy because during the day, people go to synagogue or stay at home, and it feels like at night they come out of the woodwork! After Ben Yehuda, we walked towards the Old City because that is where Rachel’s apartment is. I was able to see a lot of places that I recognized from my last time here. It was really neat being able to come back and have a frame of reference and have a relative sense of where I was. We crisscrossed between street and alley in the Old City and during the process I was able to get an Israeli SIM card and an adapter for the outlets. Once we got back it was around 9:30PM.
I hopped on Facebook using Karen’s computer downstairs and got a distraught email from my mom. Both of my parents thought it was really unwise to get in a car with three people I had never met before and go to a city in another country forty minutes from the airport. They were probably right. But Ian was so helpful the entire trip that I felt confident that I would be totally fine if I caught a ride with him. I called home and cleared things up for my parents and they felt much better. Because Ian was coming to do volunteer work on ambulances, had been to Israel less than a year ago, and spoke English (and was just an all around fun person) I really didn’t think it would be an issue driving from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem with he and his friends. But I can totally see why my parents felt the way that they did, because at the time they read my Facebook posts, they had hardly and details and it seemed like a irrational and completely unwise decision on my end. So, I cleared things up and was able to say hello to everyone and let them know that I loved them. I’m going to try to make Saturdays the day specifically that I call home and check in with everyone. I’d like to call more often if possible, but we’ll see what happens. My cell phone can only call inside of Israel because the SIM card isn’t international.
All in all, I had a great day in Jerusalem.