1. December 2014 by swissfitchick
It was my first time in this country and I can say that I WILL go back sooner than later for longer. The people, the scenery, the food, the climate – YES. Despite all the warnings, for the situation to be heavy, I went. I know that Momma went crazy at home. Even though she would never admit it. She knows her daughter and she knows she could beg me and threaten me to never bake her infamous butter bread again – I would still go. She’s usually torn between being proud of me for doing things or being scared to death of these particular things. Every time I didn’t answer her text messages within 1 minute, she was ‚textily‘ screaming: ‚ARE YOU OK??!!! (insert 67 scared emoticons)‘ Yes, Mom. I am at the beach trying to find the perfect ankle to the sunlight. Don’t distract me.
But I digress. One of the reasons why I decided to fly to Tel Aviv – apart from finally wanting to visit the city which is only a little more than a 3 hours flight from Basel – was Michal. Michal and I went to school together for 4 years back in the late 90’s. Pretty soon after we educated, she moved to Israel, got married and built a family. Every time she visits Switzerland (which is very rare unfortunately) we meet up and in all these years we never lost contact. She is one of my friends who I see and feel like we just said goodbye yesterday. Nothing is strange or awkward, we are the same giggly girlfriends since ever and I absolutely love it. And I love her. She is meanwhile a mother of 4 kids, she works in the media and film production field, and lives with her husband and the children in Jerusalem. She is short and loud and shares about the same amount of hyperactivity like me. It’s fun when we are together.
So – I flew in on Monday and made it surprisingly smooth to my rented apartment at the beach. I thew my suitcase into one of the corners and off I went to get important things done: checking out the beach, finding the CrossFit box and buy food. I found a Health Food store. And the beach was beautiful. And the guys at CrossFit were cute (some of them at least😉 ). The thought of staying here for all times crossed my mind more than once.
I spent the days on my own, with runs at the beach, exploring the city, CrossFit training and sunbathing and swimming at the beach. Bliss.
I went out with Michal on Tuesday night which I loved. As much as I love to travel alone and am used to find my way through the world, it is always great to have someone who knows her way, has good tips and is a great friend to talk to. Later that night Michal left me somewhere in the dark streets cause she needed to catch the bus back home and I was a little concerned……
Nothing to be worried about – I made it home safely. I got used to be stared at all the time everywhere when I travel alone. It seems not very common for blonde women in their mid thirties to travel around lonesome.
The next morning I jumped on the bus to Jerusalem to spend the day with Michal there. Instead of wondering about the beautiful scenery around me and being excited about what the day will bring, I fell into the deepest sleep coma and probably snored over my empty Tupperware laying on my lap, from which out I ate my eggy-apple-oats I brought along. #noshame. Now we don’t need to be surprised that there was a little disaster happening on the highway – I got ripped out of my dreams rather ungentle when the bus all of a sudden stopped and everyone was yelling around in Hebrew. No problem for me, with my fluent Hebrew…..in all seriousness, all of a sudden the bus was EMPTY and I sat there with the most irritated look, trying to understand as to what the hell is happening – when the driver chased me out, pointing to the crowd and making clear, that we have a flat tire or something and need to wait ON THE HIGHWAY until a new bus arrives. No big deal.
Jerusalem was amazing. I absolutely LOVED it. Michal is not only funny and a lovable friend, she is also freaking smart and a walking history book. So I had a private super-guide with me all day – it was awesome. What I loved the most – what a surprise – was the shuk (=market. People who watched SATC 40 times like me, know what shuk means. You know, where Carrie meets Aidan. And then forgets her passport. And buys those shoes for 20 dollars. And she wears that ginormous skirt and the J’adore Dior top. Ok, yeah, where was I, f+++ck it?)
Ok, yes, the market. AHAMAZING. I swear, I would turn into a double sized donut if I would live there. SO MUCH GOOD FOOD.
Ah, the food…..let me tell you what: I had a tummy ache all week long cause I couldn’t help but gobble this magically delicious hummus and tahini on warm pita bread. Seriously, guys. If this isn’t #foodgasm or #mouthgasm or #foodporn or whatever all that shit is called, then I don’t know. Believe me, I wanted to BE hummus AND pita bread to be my twin. Ok, that might be a little weird, but you get it. I was hummus/pita pregnant constantly. Worth it.
CrossFit was fun as well! Now I don’t want to sound snobby, but it seems that the level of CrossFit Basel is pretty damn high. So far, I liked the boxes I visited a lot, but I never felt as challenged and powered out after a class as I do when I am home. Nevertheless they welcomed me so nicely and made me feel to be part of the community, which I loved. We did some snatch insanity stuff which was perfect, cause Snatch is something I really, really need to work on. I took 4 classes that week and of course forced them to take a group picture with me. I think they didn’t mind🙂
Besides my daily chicken salad with hummus-mountain, I cooked my food at the apartment. It was tiny and dark, but I am not too picky there as long as it is clean. And who needs more than one cooking plate? Ok, there was a huge cockroach under the couch. It freaked me out the first moment I saw it, but then I remembered that I lived with SEVERAL huge cockroaches in one little hut for more than 2 months when I did my social work projects in the Philippines and I didn’t die. So I accepted it and agreed with her/him that as long as he/she wouldn’t move, I would forgo attempted murder.
While lying on the beach I was asked out for dinner and drinks a few times – which I am always a little skeptical about. I mean, I have muscles and all, but you never know….what if they have a GUN?! Anyway, I went for the offer of a drink and it was fun. I mean, after all the Israelis aren’t too ugly to look at. That’s it🙂
Now I am back in Switzerland today. I owe you a recap from Spain, but most of all, I can not wait to catch up on all your lives, reading my favorite blogs again, making stupid comments, and just being back to a normal routine. As much as these 2,5 weeks were exciting, amazing and full of adventures, I look forward to a quieter holiday season with shit tons of spiced wine (maybe I shouldn’t use ‚shit‘ in the same sentence as the word holiday season. Sorry.), christmas markets, normal amounts of work, a structured training routine and a LOT of friend’s get togethers. And hopefully riding the slopes SOON!!!!
Have you ever been to Israel?
Did you already put up your christmas decor?
Where will you travel next?