The weekends (start Thursday and end Saturday) are strictly dedicated to friends and family. No work. This is why Shabbat is such an important thing to Jews; as busy as you may be with work and kids and life, you know that Friday night dinner is reserved to catch up with family.
For those of you wondering why I was so crazy as to move half way across the world to this rude, disorganized, hard-headed country, follow my blog about my new life. I hope you laugh, cry and learn a little something too.
Friday, December 16, 2011
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There's nothing like a Friday morning in Tel Aviv -- not because I don't work or I can sleep in. I'm referring to the vibe. Families and friends are out in coffee shops, catching up, laughing. Dogs sit patiently under the tables while the owners eat breakfast and smoke a cigarette. Long lines outside trendy restaurants on trendy streets. Bikers ring their bells at pedestrians while the women move the carriage out of the bike lane. Friends play guitar on park benches. Every two blocks on Rothschild there is a different event... opera singers, dance show, music show and if you wish you can join in. The city doesn't allow you to get bored. Israelis really know how to live and appreciate life.
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