As the last days of  Summer camp draw to a close, I am reminded of  Albert Camus' statement,
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
This sustains us for another year.
Max is onthe Move home.
 

Reflection of a trip that can never be duplicated...there is only one "first time to Israel" but ready to post my adventures.
Arriving in Tel Aviv in the morning,  knowing nobody, not speaking the language, changing currency, navigating a nesher to Jerusalem, check-in, change rooms and now what to do for the rest of the day! Ask the concierge. Down this street, cross over, up the avenue and I'm at the back end of Machane Yehuda Shuk (market). Where to go, which smells to follow.  Hustle, bustle, scurry, it's almost time for Shabbat and everything will shut down. Courtesy of JWRP, I'm invited to Shabbat dinner at a private home.  Took a non-public cab but I con't find the address and none of the men would answer me when I asked for help but now I understand. It was Shabbat, I should not have been riding in a cab, only walking. I had a lovely dinner at the home of a couple who emigrated from England and Los Angeles to Jerusalem. Tip toed quietly down the dark steps to my waiting cab.  Shabbat Shalom.