Tomorrow we will be wrapping up a two week visit to Israel. First trip with little Witt and it really couldn’t have been more different than we imagined. We all got sick and basically stayed at home all day. Didn’t see much family or friends either.
We woke up every morning and did the same things. We hung out at home and went for strolls by the beach in Bat Yam to put Witt to sleep. If I had to describe how repetitive we felt doing that I would say it was like listening to The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” on the radio by the end of last summer.
Up until a few days ago I was pretty disappointed as we thought this “vacation” to be everything we needed. Family, friends, hot weather and some well deserved rest. The parents of you reading this are probably laughing out loud now and that’s ok. We know that when you have an infant (or a toddler/kid/preteen/teenager), there is no rest. I guess “change of scenery” is the better term to use. With all honesty, I’m over the disappointment at this stage. Life doesn’t wait for you and things like that happen. Sometimes you win and other times you lose. And that’s ok.
From here to there I managed to snap a few shots during our strolls. In fact, the mundane, repeating schedule we had here made me notice a few interesting things about the place and culture I come from. Israel is a place you need to love unconditionally, especially if you grew up there. It can be both beautiful and ugly at the same time, the people can be extremely warm but yet surprisingly harsh, and the beautiful hot weather will sometimes put you on edge. Knowing all of that puts everything into perspective for me. Although I never know how I really feel every time I go back, leaving is always painful.