Free weekend

I love free weekends. Actually I love anytime I get real food and 13 and a half hours of sleep. It was pretty great. I was in Givatayim, a suburb of Tel-Aviv, with my great great aunt and uncle Trudi and Pauli. If you really want to appreciate an hour by yourself, spend a month with 126 of your friends and never get a minute to yourself, and then the hour will feel great.
Besides sleeping, I spent Saturday in Ancient Jaffa where I met Alexandra Lis-Perlis' parents and we walked around and went to a very interesting art museum.
Today, which was Purim in Jerusalem, we went to a soup kitchen and helped give out lunch. It was very nice and I actually felt as though I was helping this time as opposed to the last volunteer day where I moved boxes. What was interesting was that the founder spoke to us and he said that in all of Washington only one person sends money to the soup kitchen (which is one of the largest in Israel if not the largest itself). He said it would be really great if we went back home and started spreading the word and helping. While I do agree with him, my friend Becca Friedland pointed out that its hard to help an organization so far away when there are many starving people in the US. It brought up the same question I've been asking myself this whole trip, which is, should I feel a stronger connection to Israel than I do? Should I help Israeli organizations over American ones? I guess everyone has a different connection. To me, helping in a soup kitchen is the same no matter what country its in, so if its easier for me to help in the US, I'm going to choose that one. We shall see. Maybe by the end of the trip I will feel differently.
Other than that we had a crazy Jewish hippie-esque guy dressed as Jesus (its Easter and no I'm not kidding) lead us in song and story telling. It was nice because I fell asleep in the shade.

Until next time, keep on truckin'