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31.05.2007 - 26.08.2007 15 °C
Here I am in Paris in Hannah's apartment. So nice to be in a place of living as opposed to the very public--although exciting--hostel life. I couldn't update in Sevilla anymore because the computers didn't let me do that there. My Belfast friends and Owen left for Beth's house at the beach just after James and I gave each other mohawks with his clippers. I miss them, and I'm excited to see Emma up in Belfast when Emily and I go up. WAHOO!!
So I was adopted by a Jewish family today in Paris when I showed up in a synagogue with all of my stuff, a mess, and looking barely kosher with my new hair and shorts on. Got plenty of blank stares, a bunch of kids kept asking me questions. I was really an interesting site on Shabbat morning. Well, I got invited upstairs to Kaddish and ate plenty, then, with my bags stored in a closet somewhere, a nice middle-aged man named Mosheh showed me the combo to the synagogue lock so that I could get in later and took me to his house for more lunch. On the walk back a man named Eliyahu (his Hebrew name, for I couldn't pronounce his French name) and I discussed a lot of things, as he spoke English. He sounded a lot like me when he was my age, but now he is this very religious man, it's really interesting to see another road my life might bring me to.
We got to the apartment, a nice view of a courtyard. It was a very long and large meal, I was surrounded by this French family as we discussed this and that (me understanding about a thousandth of the conversation). A woman named Miriam spoke English and actually lived in Northeast Philly for several months at one points. Eventually I was tired, and as if reading my mind, everyone got up for a nap (I didn't realize that until I woke up 30 minutes into mine to see that everyone was quiet and not in the main room). Frida, the wife, brought a sheet out for me after the meal and a pillow, and I just laid down on the couch.
I feel guilty, but I snuck out today because everyone was still asleep and I didn't know how to say that I had to go. I met up with Hannah at the Opera house near Bastille, but on the wait I was harassed by two drunk men. We got Japanese food and then my bags from shul.
France. I was treated like dirt in a bakery this morning but taken into a home of a nice Jewish family after an entire congregation taking me under their wing and making me feel at home. I was harassed by drunkards this evening but the woman who served me ice cream smiled and gave me advice for dealing with French people (she was American, though). Either way, yeah the people are unfriendly, but the people are also very friendly and generous. Isn't that like everywhere? DUH. Another French stereotype was the antisemitism, but I felt proud and comfortable being Jewish where I was today. In Spain, Jewish was a foreign thing, and I only met very few Jews there, who all happened to be travelers.
I see Emily on Monday morning, and it should be amazing. Right now, in Hannah's apartment, I feel great and comfortable. I miss my friends, those that I've met everywhere from everywhere, but I shall see them all in due time.