As I lay here on the shores of the Dead Sea, the hotel's pristine sheets rumpled all around me and the air conditioner going at full-force in an effort to dispel the day's hot, stale air, my mind keeps going back to the open cliffs of Masada.
The view from Masada, Israel
I remember the sun beating down on my head, the breath audibly escaping my pursed lips, and the terrifying feeling of realizing that my body just wants to succumb to the vertigo and dive, head-first, into the abyss. There was a combination of exhilarating fear and all-encompassing happiness in that moment, and it's carved itself into my mind for posterity.
But more than all of those feelings, there is one sensation I keep going back to, one moment that will come to represent Masada for years to come. One feeling that is better than food, more important than drink, stronger than hunger.
I remember G's hand wrapping itself around mine, spurring me to go on when all I want to do is give up. I remember truly sensing that I am loved.
It is in moments like this that I understand why, nearly 9 years later, I still call Israel home. Everything is just so much more vivid here; Pain, anger, love, and of course, food - they are all so much more multi-dimensional in Israel, when lives seem to be at stake every moment and every question is an opportunity for a spirited debate.
And though there are days I hate every part of life here, and days when I long for the cleanliness and order of Montreal, or the wide-open fields of Manitoba, I know that despite its massive barrage of problems, Israel will always stay my home.
And I think I love it even more for all of its idiosyncrasies.
Though I want to sit here and tell you more - tell you about the unforgettable meal at Machneyuda, or the cold, cheap beer drunk in haste on a bench outside a laundromat, or the way my entire body keened in pain when I walked through the holocaust museum at Yad Vashem, tell you about all the ways I felt love in the last week - I can already hear the siren call of the pool.
For you see, while I was sitting here, looking for ways to tell you why love feels so much stronger here, amidst the sandy dunes, my family has been frolicking at the pool.
And I think it's time I joined them, for even intrepid food bloggers need a break.
But before I go, I'll leave you with a question - do you have any recommendations for Berlin, Munich or Frankfurt? Next week, with mixed emotions and a great deal of longing, G and I will be setting on the last leg of our trip in Germany. So if you have any favourite places or findings from Munich, where we will spend a day; Berlin, where we have a full four days; and Frankfurt, where we have a couple of days - please leave a comment below.
Have a great weekend, wherever you are.
One of this trip's best discoveries has this been this little sandwich shop in Jerusalem, Dawini.
Berta says
It looks as though you're having a wonderful time, despite the difficulties you described in another post 🙂
I travelled to Berlin about two years ago and what I found most interesting, was that in many ways it felt like walking through a museum! There are mamy monuments and physical reminders of the time that Germany spent being divided (the Berlin Wall is a must-see) and fortunately for travellers, written explanations in German and English accompany them. And then there are actual museums which are also worth visiting. In particular, I enjoyed "the museum of Socialist Germany" (I forget the precise name now).
Oh and something I also the think that I should mention - do not rely on supermarkets being open 24/7! In a major Australian city, it's usually not a problem to find a supermarket open at any time, but in Germany this might be a bit of struggle, especially on a Sunday 😉
I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip!
kseniaprints says
I concur on your sentiments towards Berlin. This will be my second time visiting it, and I have been anxiously awaiting the opportunity to go back. The Socialist museum is on G's must-visit list, as is the Stasi Museum. So great recommendation there!!
Good point about the supermarket! We arrived in Munich late last night, and supermarkets were definitely not open. In fact, we had difficulty finding places open after 23:00 even around the central train station. So frustrating! We ended up eating cold sandwiches from an overpriced corner store.
Terry says
Great post!!
In Berlin, you will need to spend time at the
http://www.visitberlin.de/en/spot/museum-island
(The Altes Museum is closed for renovations, but ah, aren't you lucky? You shall be able (at your leisure) to enjoy its famous classical collections, now housed at the Winnipeg Art Gallery, when you come HERE !)
In Munich, I know you will not bypass the Viktualienmarkt, the famous framers' market.
kseniaprints says
Museum Island sounds AMAZING!
We actually spent quite a bit of time and money at the Viktualienmarkt today, as predicted. Munich has been gorgeous and, despite the hostel and yesterday's rain, very good to us. Sadly, with less than 24 hours here, we haven't had enough time to explore its museums... But now we have another reason to come back to this fantastic city.
Kellie MacMillan says
Wow, I wish I could describe how I feel when I read your writing. It is incredible how alive you are. Passion can scare a lot of people but you embrace it and do such an amazing job. You can hear your heart beating. What a gorgeous sound.
kseniaprints says
These are some of the sweetest words anyone has written about my posts. Thank you for your kindness and continued support. I really try to pour my heart into everything I write, but obviously, posts like this one hit even closer to home.