Guess who rode on a motorcycle?! Me!! We arrived and I immediately got on the back of the motorcycle with an old friend Noam and off we went. The scariest part was going up hill on a slant. As we were chugging along, I felt the wind whip through my hair.
Our friend Noam lives on a huge, fun, socialist farm (kibbutz). She is a 3rd generation kibbutznik on Kibbutz Beit Alfa in the Jezreel Valley. If you go on Wikipedia, you will find a lot of information on kibbutzim (plural of Kibbutz). This one in particular is so beautiful in a valley next to the Gilboa mountains. There is nothing like a kibbutz in the world.
We know Noam because she was a year-long emissary in Worcester 2 years ago. She's in the army now. She comes home on the weekends. She gave us her apartment to use while she went to stay at her parents' house along with her 5 brothers!
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| This was the best part of the kibbutz weekend! |
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| We ate dinner with them at the kibbutz dining room (cheder ochel). |
After dinner, we went back to her grandparents' house for desserts and a visit. It was fun to sleep in Noam's apartment! I walked around the kibbutz barefoot like the kibbutz kids do! The laundry room is cool but the little market was closed when we were there so I didn't get t check it out for Creme-Bo! The kibbutz grows 'pumelit" a combination grapefruit and pumelo so Noam's parents gave some to us to take home. I am not sure if I would like to grow up on a kibbutz or not - it sure is quiet there!
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