Monday, August 15, 2011

Closing thoughts. HAPPY! SAD! HAPPY! SAD!..............

I only have 3 songs stuck in my head right now, Comin home (p diddy, feat. dirty money and skylar grey.)Home (michael buble) Home (daughtry). and i put my medley on youtube. link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ku57trj4m0M\

overall, I want  to thank my parents for giving me the oppurtunity to have this trip, ms. moore for helping me set up this blog, and my friends for being there for me the whole time.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

We are illegal?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

About a month ago we realized that we were staying in Israel for four months and our tourist visa only lasted three months.  Once those three months were up we realized we needed to go to the visa office to get them extended.  So for about two weeks we did own the title "illegal immigrants."  But today, instead of going to camp, we had to go to the visa office to get it extended.  The first thing we had to do was get the papers and fill them out before we could go up to the actual person and talk to them.  When we went to the person, she asked us if she had called our name, and we said "no, but we're ready" and she said "no, sit back down until I call your name."  Later when we got called Jonah and I were sitting in one chair, and dad was sitting in the other but she said we all had to sit down.  But my dad said there are only two chairs.  So she said "well, then, the children can just go sit in the waiting room."  So me and Jonah went back to the waiting room and about ten minutes later our parents were done getting the visas extended.  Luckily, we didn't get a fine for being illegal immigrants.  And now we're legal.

Before my dad got to go up to the counter, a woman who had come from Ethiopia and was trying to get a visa for her daughter, and my dad was talking to them and found out that they had come here on foot and he helped them fill out the forms.  He later took a picture with them:








signed,

Shabbat on an Israeli Settlement

On our trip as a congregation, we had two tour guides and three kids counselours. Wen have already seen one of the kids counselours, and for shabbat one of the tour guides invited us to come visit his settlement. I don't know very much about how the settlement was made, but here is an article I found online. (just skim it, if its too long)

"Ofra's establishment was part of a struggle between the Gush Emunim settlement movement, which was founded in February 1974, and the Israeli Labor government, which opposed Israeli settlement amid densely populated Palestinian areas. The establishing group first obtained jobs at a nearby military base on Mount Baal Hatsor, then in April 1975 got permission to sleep over in the abandoned barracks of a Jordanian army base, but then brought in their families and raised an Israeli flag. Though opposed by then Prime Minister, Rabin, and perhaps because of his opposition, Ofra was given the political backing by Shimon Peres, then a leading member of Rabin's government. After the Labour Party was defeated by the Likud Party in the 1977 Israeli election, the new government recognized Ofra as a community and paving the way for expansion into the surrounding hills.
Most of the now built-up land in Ofra was non-inhabitable rocky terrain belonging to absentee landlords who controlled much of the territory including that now occupied by nearby Arab villages of Betein (Biblical Bet El), ‘Ein Yabrud (Moslem), Silwad (Moslem), and a-Tayba (Christian). Building is in accordance with a government plan for regional development. Haaretz reports in June 2007 that 179 of the 600 buildings in Ofra are considered illegal by the Israeli administration, a somewhat surprising statistic since the infrastructure was provided by the government, which also provided preferential mortgages."

At about 3:00, Yishay, the tour guide picked us up at our house. When we got there it was about 4:00, a few hours till shabbat, so we just got ready for shabbat, and met the family. His wife is from Canada, so she works in the translation business, English and Hebrew.  That night, my dad and I, along with Yishay, went to services.

The next day, we went to services, and after, when we went home and changed, we decided to go to the park.  So we played on the structure for a while and then I decided to take a walk by myself.  While I was walking a few boys asked me who I was and how old I was, in Hebrew of course, and where I was from, also in Hebrew.  I told them my name was Micah, I was 11 years old, and I was from America, but after that they started saying things that were too complicated for me to understand so I had to call my dad who speaks better Hebrew than me.  He helped me understand and from there the conversation branched out to music and movies.  They like a lot of the same music as me especially the Black Eyed Peas and Akon.  But they also like some Hebrew music that I don't know and the few Hebrew songs that I knew, they don't know. 

signed,

A GREAT summer camp

In my last post, the worst summer camp EVER, I talked about the first summer camp that I went to for the first two weeks of my summer.  This post will be about the summer camp that I am going to currently and will be going to for a total of four weeks. 

On my first week there, I had SOOOO much fun playing sports non-stop all day. And I had lots of friends.  The sports we play very often are soccer, dodgeball, and basketball.  The sports we play sometimes are football, softball, and netball which is also known as handball. 

The second week a few of my friends left but a bunch of them stayed.  Other than that it was basically the same.  Twice a week we go swimming and almost every other day except Tuesday which is trip day, we do slip-n-slide.  Slip-n-slide is really fun.  Sometimes they try to keep it organized but usually it is a big hullabaloo.

The first week trip day was to the Bank of Israel where we learned and played games involving money and saw a movie about money.  The second week we went bowling and they surprised us by, in the middle of a movie, starting color war which at Camp Ramah is called Maccabia.  Basically they separate everybody into two teams and the teams play each other in every sport.  My team lost in the end but we put up a good fight.

Today is the third day of the third week and tomorrow is trip day except the trip is coming to us so we're going to have a water and bounce houses day.

The camp is called All Star Sports Camp.  One of the great things about it is that almost everyone in the whole camp speaks either English and Hebrew or just English.  But there are a few kids who only speak Hebrew.

signed,



The lamest summer camp EVER!

I haven't been keeping up with my blog,  But this post will be about the first summer camp I went to this summer.

On the first day of this camp, I didn't know what to expect except that most of the kids would probably only speak Hebrew.  Well, I was right!  On my first week out of three weeks, I sort of figured out what happened each day which started off with playing an Israeli dodgeball game called Chaye Sarah.  Here you may have played the same game except called Hamomo.  Then we sang songs - BOOORING!  Then we would have one activity which was different each day.  I'd have to say the coolest one was trying to pop each other's balloons with toothpicks.  The activities were generally lame.  Like on one day we were supposed to be making pizza.  But making pizza was taking a hot dog bun, putting ketchup on it, putting cheddar cheese on it, and then putting it in the microwave for two minutes.  YUCK! 

All of the instructions at the camp were in Hebrew so we had to get one out of four English/Hebrew speakers to translate for us or we had to ask the counselors.  After the activity, we would swim in the pool for three hours and then go home.  Lame-O.  Plus there was one water slide but it was so slow that you had to push yourself along as you slid.  And the line took forever!

Instead of having a third week at this camp I decided to switch to the other camp that I was going to go to a week early so I would go to that camp for four weeks instead of three.  The camp I went to was called Camp Shelanu which in English means Camp That Belongs To Us.

signed,