Today we are another step closer to Israel. We met with our shaliach at the Regency Hotel in Atlanta. A shaliach (pronounced with the guttural ch in the back of the throat), for those who aren't into the aliyah lingo, is a legal emissary of the Jewish Agency. They help you fill out all that fun paperwork and interview you before you make aliyah. And they also help stupid Americans get a first hand look at their life in Israel.
She's already 10 minutes late (but that is still early in IST-Israeli Standard Time). When she finally arrives, she babbles on in hebrew for a good 5 minutes before realizing I have no idea what she just said. The interview proceeds in a haphazard fashion while she jots down notes in hebrew. We're topic jumping like ADD school children and every 10 minutes we are interrupted by her ringing cell phone. I can barely keep up with the line of questioning much less get a grasp on how these questions have anything to do with making aliyah. Most of them just seem like nosy neighbor questions.
Monday, March 1, 2010
For the past 7 years, we have been the proud parents of the most adorable, brilliant, mischievous, willful pup I have ever known. For those of you who have not been blessed by her company, let me introduce her and summarize her life: