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Friday, September 9, 2011

stunning, absoultely gorgeous

Streets of Zefat
Call of duty style
Working motha fucka
Hills of Zefat
Josh, the only other American, from Oregon, and yes he smokes weed
APPLES!
Isaac, my other roomate, loves coffee, cigarettes, and work
work, hell, death, salvation
bus station in zefat, missed the bus because we were buying vodka, at least we had something to drink on the walk home

I HATE APPLES

Larger font, easy on the eyes, I know... I'm too kind.
Today is Friday September 9 and I had my first day of work.  The shift started at 6 in the morning but I fell asleep at 8 last night so I was wide awake.  I had heard from many of the volunteers that this was a dreadful dreadful job and I would hate it very much.  The job that all new comers get is apple packing.  We stand in a factory assembly line and sort through apples.  Its very easy but unbelievably monotonous and boring.  I ended up standing next to a guy named Ben from Manchester England.  Very nice guy, filled with good stories, so that made time go by.  We had a breakfast break lol, and we were done by 12 in the afternoon.  I can say that I sorted through thousands and thousands of apples today and I never want to see one again.  Although I shall see many more on Sunday.  
My beard was getting very long, everyone was saying I look like an Arab.... so I trimmed it.
Tonight is going to be a very fun night, first there is a Sabbath dinner with wine and good food, then after that there is a hippie themed party in the bomb shelter outside our building (yes there is a bomb shelter, we are literally 300 meters <-- (metric system so much better) from Lebanon and from time to time they shoot things and throw rocks at us) Then after that there is more partying at the bar.  So I plan on being filled with alcohol and happiness tonight.  
I am getting much more comfortable here, finally beginning to learn everyone's names. 
It has been very difficult being away from my baby girl Stefania.  We spent a magical summer doing everything together, and not getting to see, touch, smell, laugh, and fight with here is something I will have to get used to.  The time difference makes it very difficult to talk to each other, but when we do my imagination runs wild.  5000 miles and my love is as strong as ever for her, I will enjoy this trip as much as I can, but I cannot wait to come home and pull her into my arms. 
I miss everyone at home especially my mom dad and sister, I'm sure they are enjoying the quiet time but undoubtedly they will get bored of it and crave my presence.  Keep the couch warm for me.
I am bonding strongly with everyone here, we can all talk about how much we hate apples.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

First full day

Today was a good day, except that I was so tired, jet lag is a bitch.  In the morning I had a meeting with the volunteer coordinator, there she laid down the rules of the land.  I had to give her 200 shekels which is about 60 US dollars for a deposit if I get kicked out of here for bad behavior ;) . Either way she put me in the system and gave me a blank white card.  With this card I can get food, beer at the bar, and basically anything I need from a small store located in the kibbutz.  I noticed someone sitting behind me and my roommate during the meeting and when we were about to leave I was informed he was my other roommate from Holland.  I cant remember or pronounce his real name so he told me to call him Isaac.  He is very very funny and sarcastic.  It's funny to see Johan and him argue.  So after the meeting all three of us decided to take a bus to Zefet to get some money and some liquor which we cannot get on the kibbutz.  The city was amazing and very old.  We wandered for a little a little while until I found a bank, there I withdrew some money and then we went to a liquor store.  We bought three bottles of cheap ass vodka.  We ended up missing our return bus so we got a cab.    We told that to a woman who lives on the Kibbutz and she said we must be rich, that made us laugh but also wonder what kind of lives these people live.  I am happy I got to see some of the land and a town, it is the real reason I am here, to travel and experience different places.  I want to trim my beard because I'm starling to look like an Arab but there is no outlet in the bathroom.  Prepare for Osama Ben Lerden when I get back. For the rest of the day I end up hunging out, got a couple meals in, played some guitar with some of the volunteers, and now I'm in bed so tired.  Goodnight world.

For those who open magazines and fail to finish an article

For those afraid of socialism, yes you will still get soda.

Lol general surgeons warning, you gon diiiieee

Mmmmm Belgium chocolate

My survival instincts

Welcome to Europe motha fuckaaa

Cliche but necessary

Don't mess with my boy Johan

5 star living here

Eating outside with the volunteers

Buffet, I approve

Swimming pooool

View from outside my room

Where the Fuck am I?

I woke up this morning startled to find myself in a small dorm-like room, a Swedish guy named Johan fast asleep in a bed across the room, and asking myself..."where the fuck am i?".  The question is not literal, it is more a self reflection of my life.  Only a couple days ago I was sitting at my house getting high, watching movies, and feeling sorry for myself.  Now a couple time zones, flights, and train rides away I am in an entirely different world.  I am excited yet reserved for this experience, I want to truly take it in and learn from these people I will be with.  I have finally escaped the bubble of New Jersey and I must not take this opportunity for granted.

My journey began on Tuesday September 6th, the day of my flight.  I woke up and of course I had not finished packing yet.  I stayed up the night before watching Mad Men (awesome show), call it procrastination but I call it the story of my life. Anyways I got my packing done and decided I needed a haircut, so I went to town, hit up my boys Little Joe and John, walked next door to the bagel shop, got me some cajun chicken salad (bangin), said goodbye to my buddies John Scott and Sarah Flaherty, and was on my way.


When I got to the airport I said goodbye to mother (very nice lady) and went through security.  I found my gate, the last one of course, and sat down. The flight was at 6pm.  Waited a couple hours until we boarded.  It was some India airline so it smelled like curry and fart (no offense Aroon).  Some Jewish woman was making a big deal about sitting next to a guy because she is a kosher and an annoying Jew (im allowed to say that) and asked me if i could move... I did but was hoping that was not a sign of things to come.  The flight was very comfortable, there was a wide selection of movies so that really made the flight fly (pun intended).  It was a 7 hour flight so I got to Brussels, Belgium at 1 in the morning Eastern time but there is a 6 hour difference so it was 7 am there.  I wandered the airport, bought a magnet and shot glass for souvenirs, thought of buying some chocolate but resisted the urge. The flight was at 11 so I waited there for 4 hours, and I somehow almost missed the flight because I was late to the security check.  I was now flying on an Israeli airline and they were very strict.  But I made the flight and sat with an Israeli girl and guy in the back.  They were super nice and we talked for much of the flight, even having some wine that was served.  At one point we were flying over Croatia and it was amazing, beautiful Islands surrounded by sparkling Mediterranean water.  We touched down in Tel Aviv at 3 in the afternoon but there was another hour difference so it was really 4 pm.  Getting through customs was tough because I hadn't gotten a Visa.  I had to wait in a sketchy office and explain why I was visiting.  It all worked out though, so I went and got my bag, said goodbye to my new friends and went to catch a train.


Now keep in mind, it is 4 pm where I am now, but 9 am back home, so I am now going on almost 30 hours with very little sleep.  I found my train to Nahariya, the last stop lucky for me, and purchased my ticket for 45 shekkels (15 US dollars, 3 shekkels to the dollar, hellz yea).  The train ride was 2 hours and I slept the whole way. I awoke alone on the train which was terrifying and I was at my destination. I left the train station and heard my name called by two dudes. One of them was Tsachy? and Johan (my rommate), we jumped into a car and drove through some magnificent mountains until we reached Boram kibbutz (check it out).  We pulled up to the volunteer buildings and was led to a small dorm style room where me and Johan unpacked and settled in.  At this point I am delirious from lack of sleep.  I met some of the other volunteers, some from South Africa, Colombia, Korea, Italy, etc.  Only one other American, this kid named Josh, very chill and cool guy.  We talked for a while and then I fell asleep....  awoke this morning wondering where the fuck I was.