The Weekend in Israel

The weekend in Israel was really fun. We went to shul on Friday night for Shabbat and that was fun, but then the next morning we went to some friends house. My dad has been to Israel a lot and eighteen years ago, part of his rabbinical training was to live in Israel for a year. He went with my mom and they lived here. While they were here, they met a guy named Michael. They became good friends. When they were leaving, Michael stayed. This Shabbat, we met Michael and his wife, Tamar, and his four kids. Yammi, his eldest, is eleven. Yarden, his next eldest, is nine. Zohar, who is his only daughter, is six. Duvid, who's a baby, is one. It was very nice to meet them. The next day was Purim! We went to our shul and met up with them again. let me tell you, Purim in Israel is nothing, NOTHING like Purim in America. It's louder, crazier, and there are parties all night everywhere. When they say "Haman!" people go insane! Every time, the groggering lasted for over a minute! It was crazy! The next morning, we went with them to a Purim carnival. It was very loud. It was a normal Purim carnival. It was fun. Now, we're already good friends with Yammi, Yarden, Zohar, and Duvid. I'm glad we have some friends because now we won't constantly be thinking about you guys. I hope everyone had a fun Purim! 

P.S. In Israel, Sunday is Monday, so we have to wake up early. Ugh.