It seems like only yesterday that my oldest niece was born. Last week, she stood under the chuppah. Yikes. And the chuppah was in Givat Shaul, in Jerusalem. So that's where I've been for the past few weeks (in Jerusalem) and that's where I partly still am. It's not exactly jet lag. It's more just making the adjustment back from there to here, from Eretz Yisrael to chutz la'aretz, from 100 degree sunny weather to cold, cloudy and damp (and now rain ... please send some over there, they really need it!), from the haredi world of my brother and the machatonim to ... not that.
Need I say she was the most beautiful bride ever? You'll have to take my word for it.
And in all the excitement I managed to forget my MT password, not that I had time to blog ... anyway ... enough excuses. I'm back.
Here's a (slightly blurry) souvenir. We gave my niece a ride to the Kotel the night before her wedding. I have no idea who these people are, they're totally unrelated to me, but they were there when the wind finally came up enough to unfurl the flag and I wanted that shot.
This ... is ours.
Shabbat Shalom.
Need I say she was the most beautiful bride ever? You'll have to take my word for it.
And in all the excitement I managed to forget my MT password, not that I had time to blog ... anyway ... enough excuses. I'm back.
Here's a (slightly blurry) souvenir. We gave my niece a ride to the Kotel the night before her wedding. I have no idea who these people are, they're totally unrelated to me, but they were there when the wind finally came up enough to unfurl the flag and I wanted that shot.
This ... is ours.Shabbat Shalom.
