|Spot the monkey!|
On Sunday, we visited Yad Veshem. Yad Veshem is a memorial to the Holocaust, and includes the Israeli Holocaust Museum, the Avenue of the Righteous Among the Nations, and many monuments to the victims. The Avenue of the Righteous Among the Nations is a path lined with trees planted for non-Jews that helped Jews in the Holocaust. A girl here at the JC had a relative who helped save Jews in the Holocaust, and she found her relative's tree planted in Yad Veshem. Yad Veshem is a beautiful place. Our teacher told us that the Israeli Holocaust Museum focuses on the "heroes" of the Holocaust. It celebrates resistance fighters but downplays the struggles of an average concentration camp member. I definitely noticed that in the museum. This museum was different than ones I'd visited in the United States. It was more informative and seemed less focused on making you cry. Granted, it was still a tough experience. But, it did not focus on the camps like American Holocaust Museums. That night after Yad Veshem we watched Schindler's List so it was a very sobering day all around.
|Trees planted for non-Jewish heroes|
The rest of the week is a blur... blah, blah, class, blah, blah, Stick It (the movie), blah, blah, nap on the patio (shh don't tell, no mattresses allowed outside the room. but oh it was a glorious 2 hours) blah blah blah
Oh, we had our own Seder! I didn't take many pics, but here's one. Take it or leave it.
Flash forward to ICE CREAM FRIDAY!! The Oasis (our cafeteria. It has some wonderful dishes, but potatoes and rice every day starts to lose its tan, mushy luster) becomes a warzone. Things get real on Friday nights. It hits the fan, if you know that I mean. For those kids who don't know, don't ask. (talk to your aunt Megan, little Gwyn.) This past Friday they put Snickers and chocolate ice cream in the same bowl! Ooh. heaven is a place on earth...I would love to have an ice cream eating contest here but you don't just go around taking 30 bowls of chocolate ice cream. Actually, what do I care? "I did NOT come here to make friends!"
Friday night was also Israeli dancing! This guy named Boaz (man in pharoah costume below) taught us some great dances. We were a little better at them than the Arab dancing, but that's nothing to be proud of. White + Mormon = all we know how to do is mosh to "Everytime We Touch." Woah, no need to get defensive, people! I love that song, too. It's just when I try to dance it's like, "Where do my hands go?" "How do I make my face look normal and not like I'm concentrating really hard?" Hint: don't stick your tongue out. "Oh, they have refreshments?" "Good, I was getting worried that I wouldn't be able to awkwardly hover around a plate of off-brand Oreos for 20 minutes." I realize this story sounds oddly realistic, but I can tell you that the food at our Purim party was top notch (more on that later).
|Way more trippy than it seems|
|We had limited resources for the whole "costume" part, okay??|