Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Standing Together Trip Tomorrow

Standing Together is going to distribute treats to IDF soldiers tomorrow (Wednesday Sept 30) at a Yom Sport in Tekoa for approximately 200 soldiers. If you can meet us in Efrat at 10:15AM or Tekoa at 11AM on Wednesday, Sept 30th, call David 050-558-0822.
If you would like to bring snacks and drinks for soldiers or sponsor treats that we are purchasing, it would be greatly appreciated.
Show your support for our local soldiers and help boost their morale.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

On Erev Yom Kippur the avoda is remorse for the past; on Yom Kippur - resolve for the future.

Friday, September 25, 2009


are, ironically, my most relaxed and least stressful days. Great :)
Scratch that.
I know I love davening and teaching the older kids.
I know I don't love (attempting) to teach the younger ones.
I think I love my job :)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

My First (Almost) Real Day of Teaching

"Almost" cuz I was with someone for one period. The other two though (davening with older kids and teaching with younger kids) I was alone. (Yes, yes--with Hakadosh Baruch Hu at my side, of course.)
I am drained.
Muy muy drained.
My voice is hoarse, my body is aching, I'm weak all over.
That was hard. Nay, it was challenging. Not so unwelcome though, this challenge of mine. Exit challenge, enter depression. Stay, please :)

Next goal: See if someone actually learned something in class.
Ok that's not fair. They DID learn. They jumped three times while saying "kaparot" (new word for them). They better understood where a shofar comes from. (Played 'pin the shofar on the ram') They saw how we are supposed to act on Yom Kippur. (Dressed up in angelic white and non-leather crocs and a black hat, held sefer, threw away food and drink) One kid kept answering "YES!" when I asked if we're allowed to eat on Yom Kippur. Chiquito, seriously now..!
And the older kids, too. Reviewed 'gav' that I taught em yesterday. Played the shofar game which went way better than with the younger kids (4 yr olds vs 3 yr olds. huge ubber HUGE diff!) Made em sing davening super loudly.
Ye. Baruch Hashem.

BTW, this was all typed from the principal's office. No gasp needed-permission was present.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The First Day

..was so much better, thank G-d! So much better than the pre-school days, that is. And than my worrisome and frightened expectations. I'm pretty sure there's a grammar teacher cringin right now. Slichs. Anyhoo, must run..let's hope the second day will also be better.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Bienvenido a la República Bolivariana de Venezuela!

We LOVE this place!
The above statement was recorded here for the following reasons:
1. The more you say something, the truer it becomes.
2. It is so exhilarating to be forced to learn a new language.
3. Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.
4. I am an active Shlucha of the Rebbe.
5. It would be inappropriate to record it on somebody else's blog.

All of the above are true.
But wait! There's more!!

Man, this place rocks. And like most things in life, rocks can be good or bad ;)
Rachel says this place is awesome. No wait, lemme quote her properly: "venezuela is going to be SCHMAWESOME!!!!!!!!" I dunno what capital v did to you dear, but I'm sure it apologizes by now.
I got driven around town today and I was cracking up most of the time. Marco took me to the skirts section in the mall (yenemall pff) and then shakes his head when I pick up a low cut top. heehee. The not understanding 98 percent of what was being jabbered around me did eventually give me a headache, but I laughed nonetheless. Completely absurd. I love it. I really do. It's finally a challenge. All the countries I've been to had English all over the place. Not this crazy part of the world. Says Mr. D.C. in the airport: "Don't travel yourself around here. Don't ever go out at night alone. Don't eat the lettuce here. And don't, DON'T drink the tap water." Then he says some not so nice things about his government. Says I (in the airport still.): "Say, what IS good bout your country??" Says he (same he as the beginnin of this convo): "Oh everything. The people, the sand dunes. "(Actually, I think he may have put them dunes before his neighbors.) | "It's just the government that's thumbs down. " But he motioned it, didn't SAY it. But wait, my memory may be playin tricks on me (silly memory, tricks are for kids!) cuz I'm pretty sure he did more than just motion a thumbs down when referring to the one and only bambadada Hugo Rafael Chávez Frías! -gag-

Ok, so I won't eat lettuce. But can you keep me cooped up in these approx 60 walls without me goin crazy?? (More than one room in this house). (sha, don't make wisecracks bout me ersht NOW going crazy)

Baruch Hashem, it's beautiful here. I'm an ignorant man connecting to the scholar through this mission. I am taking physical and turning it spiritual. I am bringing Moshiach.
I'm also lacking unsweetened soymilk.

I burst out a cheery "CHAU!" after being briefly introduced as I walked into the preschool classroom. A quiet " 'Chau' means 'goodbye''; 'Hola' is 'hello'." shut me up very nicely. I guess it's only in Italy where "ciao" can be used for both salutations. And "shalom"in Israel. See, all paths lead to the Holy Land.
And ps-I was right (and I love you, yes)-we are NOT the only place with a half hour time diff. Adelaide and Darwin in Australia, Kabul in Afghanistan, Kolkata and New Delhi in India, S Johns' in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada (coolness!), Tehran in Iran and Yangon in Myanmar (ahh!! myanmar! i know it!!) are some other cities that are sababa, as well.

And, the electricity went out again. Mishug, this place. It does add charm but not when it's eleven thirty five in the pm and I've been ready to go to bed since um two days ago? Ok fine, since about 6pm. Started dozin off already on the way home from the Mirror and Frozen Veggies field trip that Marco took me on. Heehee, the language barrier is just so awesome.

I am wistful when I think of last year's "first impressions".
And now, the VI, too.

My room is awesome, thank Gd. I will only write the good things bout it cuz like we said up there in Reason #1, it's all about focusing on the good. (Well, that's almost what we wrote.) So it's big n spacious. Mattress is FIRM. Yea! Lotsa drawers n folding space. Almost have a private bathroom. Air conditioning. Uh huh, lemme repeat-I got air conditioning. Thank You! Um what else...? It's wooden and white and it's good. Good.

I never wrote so openly on my blog, before. Not bout my whereabouts n my feelings towards the people n place, lifachot. I sense something major happening. "For the times, they are a-changing". I'm not certain Esther, but I think twas my blogger ima friend Ruti that 'troduced me to it. (to answer your query from the night before last).

I think I should call up Moussia and watch ItcheKadoozy with her over the phone, on our respective computers. (Btw, my computer here is SO not respectable. Forever actin like the S Thomas locals n shutting down).


Ah before that, a quick review of the words I learned during my first 24 hours here:
entender, yo, tú, y, triste, otro, amarillo, probador, tormenta, mi, madre, padre, ella, él, más, pero, sé, de nada and I think that's it for the new words learned today.

-Anachnu rOtzim moshiach achshav-

Oh! I know my old colors were SO much more South American'like but I needed to change it already...

Friday, September 11, 2009

Send Rosh Hashona Cards to Israeli Soldiers (free!)

Standing Together offers you the opportunity to show your support and appreciation to Israeli Soldiers at no charge. Standing Together volunteers will personally deliver your wishes for a safe and happy new year to soldiers on active duty this holiday season.
Click here to send a card and a smile :)
It will mean a tremendous amount to the young men and women who sacrifice so much to keep Israel secure.

PS-If you or anyone you know are in Israel and would like to help distribute these cards, email us at with a phone # where you can be reached.

Monday, September 07, 2009

A Royal Fear

"Come, come to the king, dear friend."
"I can't. I'm scared."
"The king is awesome. He's so powerful and mighty. I'm scared."
"But he's not scary these days. He's just a regular king."
"Just a regular king? I've seen his palace. Incomprehensibly opulent! Terrifyingly imposing! And his guards? Impenetrably tough and so supremely agile."
"Oh but he's not in his palace! He's here, outside, right in the fields. No palace and no guards. No reason to tremble!"
"True, but his arm reaches everywhere, his word reverberates for miles past my gaze. I'm scared."
"But he is here with us now and he is so gentle and loving! He is open for requests and belittles none. Why be scared when you have the opportunity to come greet the king face to face on your own territory?"
"That's precisely why I'm scared. For the king to see me as I am on my own territory."

Tortola, BVI

[from m'camera phone]

Our Caribbean Island

So so SO much to write.
No no NO mental energy.

(Er didn't mean to shout up there)

The locals. The tourists.
The shacks. The cruises.
The hangouts.
I think I better do one of those opposite poems I did over in my "Shotgun" book of poems.