In 2011 I packed up our household, myself, Pnina and my twin daughters, Maya and Romy (14) and moved from California to Israel, to Galilee.
Last month my oldest daughter Michelle (29) and her husband Jonathan and my second-oldest daughter Vanessa (26), came to visit me in Israel. Their two-week stay with me still lingers like a sweet dream.
Although Michelle and Vanessa had been to Israel several times before, and with
Birthright, this time was different. They weren’t typical tourists; they’d come “home” to see and be with me. We spent mornings together, cooked breakfast, went places, spent time talking into the night. I couldn’t help but admire how they’d turned out – magnificent women.
We hugged a lot, joked and laughed. Maya and Romy couldn’t be happier with their older sisters.
Michelle and Vanessa got the chance to see how we live in Israel, to meet up with our friends, aunts and uncles, grandfather and grandmother, to sun and bathe on a Tel Aviv beach, to trek in orchards and vineyards in Galilee, to wander through the streets of Nazareth, to witness the wonder that is Jerusalem.
In the end, the clock wound down. Caught us all by surprise. They packed their suitcases with memories and returned to America. Until next time.
Lights. Camera. Action.