Well, its Yom Kippur, the day of atonment for the Jewish people. Here I am, in Spain, eating, well, nothing.
After a difficult, but apparently, successful explaination to my Señora the basis of the day and its one major element (fasting) I am sitting here, foodless and, well, darnit, a little hungry. My señora took pity on me, and made me the largest mug of coffee this morning that I have ever seen in Spain. I spilled half of it out because I felt like it was a little , like, cheating. But, yes, I had coffee, in order to avoid a headache. Okay?
Anyways, its been different here.
You see, last year, Yom Kippur was a breeze. A Saturday, I believe, I sat around with family, went to synogogue, watched food network, and voila, time to break the fast. Alas, here, not see easy. First and formost, EVERYONE is eating. Okay, not everyone, but it seems like in each class, at least on student is munching on something. Second off, I am BORED. There is very little to do here besides eat. You can walk around, and then walk around some more.. So...I am HUNGRY. Also, I pass about seventeen thousnd little bakeries, selling delicious baked good, with people sitting outside, drinking cafes, while I walk around, and I cannot join them.
Its much harder to do all this here than back home, but oh well, a challange is a challange, and I will do it. Whatever.
Alright, outside of that, nothing new, nothing exciting.
Love you all, miss you lots
PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEÑA!!!
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Hi Liza!
Sorry it's been a while, I just caught up on your posts. As you know, Jack cut his finger off and that's been kind of insane. The you make me sick thing was actually aimed at my step sister. She's been on fall break since Jack's accident, and has been telling people that she's "taking care of her dad" but she hasn't even asked him if he's OK. She didn't even come to the hospital, she went to her mom's, who she "hates", instead. It just makes me mad because like he can't even cut up his food and she's sitting on her ass in her room smoking cigarettes and eating chips and drinking all of my mom's Cokes. She's just selfish and it hurts my feelings because it hurts Jack's feelings. Anyway, enough about me.
I'm sorry that you're struggling with the abundance of ham and the difficulty of fasting on Yom Kippur. Happy Yom Kippur by the way! I don't remember what you told me Yom Kippur was. I'm going to look it up.
Your parents are so smart! Listen to everything they say and take it to heart. Remember how they're always right? It's true. Anyway, I love you, enjoy your time. Can't wait until you get home!!! Love you and miss you!
Love,
Allison
LIZ! Just think about it this way, from now on you'll be really thankful about how easy it is to get through Yom Kippur compared to this year. It's alll just a little blessing disguised as a very hungry day :). Hope to catch you in real time soon.
Love and miss you.
-Sam
hey gurrll!
I just saw a bunch of boys walking with a dish of whatever delicious jewish backed goods probably walking back from temple on yom kippur. It's sad, I don't have any jewish friends other than you! Where have all my jewish friends go? haha
oh she's just in Spain! Oh by the way the pickup artist is back with season 2! yes yes mystery is back with a male wingman AND a female wingman!!
oh man I'll just have to send you a link some other time of the preview, definitely starts this week! haha
gawd miss ya lots,
ttyl, J-boog
really? the pickup artist is renewed for another season?!
How are you there sosiska/
feels like we have not talked forever - last time we talked you were still finishing up your fasting, and it's been awhile by now since we went back to eating, and I've consumed so much food since then, and traveled half the country as well.
I hope you enjoyed your Moroccan trip and got to try enough of their delicious ham-free food.
Can't wait to hear your voice.
As I already told you on your previous post, we repeatedly and unsuccessfully tried to call you. So hopefully we'll get to talk tomorrow. Somehow at the moment Spain seems so much closer than Morocco. Something tells me that by the time you read this, you should be able tp understand the sentiment.
Love you and miss you increasingly more and more!
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