Yes, Israel is a small country. And yes, it feels like half of it goes up North in August (and the other half leaves for European hiking and beach locations). But it still surprises me every time that my kids run into their friends while we are on vacation. We just returned from a 4… Read More Where Everybody Knows Your Name
A couple of months ago, as Josh was planning a work trip, he asked if I wanted to meet him somewhere in Europe when he returned. It would be a free stopover for him, and we could use points for me, creating a not-so-expensive and fun adventure. Now, my inclination was to say no. No,… Read More A Short Tour of Vienna
“I got it, Eliav!” “Oh my gd. Are you sure Mommy? You actually got it?” “I’m positive.” If someone had told me before I became a mom that I’d be this excited about capturing an 8th grade basketball player in action, I would definitely have told them that their crystal ball needed some shining. But,… Read More My Day With Bronny and LeBron James
While we enjoyed Bucharest, we really went to Romania to hike and experience the mountains. So, after three days in Bucharest, it was time to get out of town! On Thursday morning, we headed back to the airport (45 minutes north of the city) to rent a 9 seater car and go north. Our first… Read More Beyond Bucharest: A Mountain Adventure
One of the many benefits of living in Israel is its proximity to great travel destinations. With the Open Skies agreement that Israel made with Europe a few years ago, thousands of people are taking advantage of the incredibly cheap fares. And they are traveling – en mass! This year we took the family to… Read More Bucharest, It’s The Time Of Your Life…
We just returned from four great days in the North, staying in Moshav Amirim and hiking in the surrounding area. When we travel with the kids in Israel, there are three things that make me laugh and marvel at my children. They are such “Israel” moments and they surprise me each time that they happen.… Read More 3 Secret Maps Only For Israeli Kids
“Dat’s mine!” my six-year-old yelled in the middle of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. He started running towards a painting, and I had visions of us getting swept right up and thrown out on the street for touching the works of art. “Yakir,” I tried to say quietly while lunging for… Read More I Know Dat Painting!