and we are back from our whirlwind, or world-win vacation.
Israel is just wonderful the way I wanted to re-experience it, and my husband is so great for letting me, and - being so accommodating with all of the kids. I wanted to be on this beach, which I could not fully enjoy with my 2nd ex. The charmingly decrepit beach clinic, the lifeguard stations, and nearly flat beach, cloud-free skies - a real sense of a getaway vacation.
I also missed Netania when I lived in Israel. This time we spent there every night. The city has become very French, and for me it was a perfect lead-in to the Paris part of our vacation.
The times have changed in 2 or so years. Apparently Arabs have been eying us Jewesses, and trying to pull a fast one over some - so one of the jealous zealots set up an operation and printed up this sticker complete with the warning - warning about what? - "don't even dare to think about a Jewish woman!"
I will miss Netania's French night scene. What a lovely way to graduate from the English Israel. One of the reasons for our Netania-Jerusalem-Paris movements was that my 2nd ex wanted to see our twins.
Our Rosanna Pansino clips, meanwhile, got invaded by Israeli ads, and this guy is the most talented of commercial actors. There are several skits - he is a gay school teacher explaining Titanic according to his impressions of the movie; he is also a screaming tribesman who speaks Hebrew in a quasi-safari show, and here he is a dad who has been babysitting, and has to play hide and seek with his kids just to enjoy his favorite foods. This guy is so talented, - that's why he won me over: he knows how it feels to want to hide from your own kids. I get the most interesting ads!
And - lala! - in Paris, our Rue Turbigo has changed a little bit. Whenever things go haywire in Egypt, the street feels it. The sweets shop owners were happy to see me again, and I had my usual kusheri. The children were easier to handle, because the twins were with their father a lawt - I had to thank him! - and my husband too, for being so cool about it all.
I agreed to extend the lease on our apartment for another year, and that meant we could use it only for a week while the tenants were away on vacation of their own.
Strange thing - the artwork on the panel between the windows is gone, I suspect the local Moslems had something to do with it - they probably did not like the 200 year old bare chested Muses staring down on them every Friday after their chiropractic prayers. My Minsitry of Paris, Wine, Sports, And Tourism girlfriends said it's impossible to have the Muses removed just like that. But they did not notice how it happened.
Oh well - I am back in the Honking Town, tag teaming with my nanny to wrangle the self-igniting brood, now that the twins are back to their hobby, to be their ever precocious selves, reminding me of their Gilkey and Dobey names, and making Joe think of Dennis the Menace.