I’ve spent nearly four days in Tel Aviv and I feel as if I am finally starting to truly relax. This is a wonderful city — at once relaxed and beachy, and yet there are cappucino stands among the fruit smoothie stands. There is ancient history and layers of culture brought here by successive waves of immigrants. The food, the music and the people are a fascinating blend.
Most days have begun with an hour’s walk along the boardwalk after a substantial breakfast of fresh squeezed orange juice, eggs, blintzes with sour cream, pitta with hummus and labne (a lovely strained yogurt/cheese), slices of goat cheese rolled in red pepper flakes and a chocolate croissant to round things out. And of course, the coffee…caffe latte…strong and hot. The breakfast is a microcosm of the city, and also of Israel as a whole. Traditional and modern, Middle Eastern and European and Russian.
I’ve been able to just wander up and down the coast by myself, and spend hours walking and watching and enjoying the sights, and sounds, and tastes. There are no deadlines, no places I need to be, nothing on the agenda. I think I need to leave home and be among strangers in order to fully relax. Family are nice, but I find time with family is not restful; there are always things to do and obligations to be met and expectations. In a strange place among strangers there are no expectations and I can just do and be nothing for awhile… at least until the hubby’s conference is over.
Tomorrow we start the excitement of being tourists and head off to Jerusalem, and a week-end packed with adventure. The go-go-go part of the vacation to feed the mind. Most of our vacations feed the mind, but this portion has also fed my soul.