Our large group was split up into smaller groups and walked through the city to a nearby neighborhood to different houses. My group went to the first house and we walked in, I knew we were in for a treat. There were five young children running around and shyly excited. We met the parents and quickly were seated for lunch. To start off, the challah was made with a little bit of cinnamon and I was already hooked!
It was followed up with some salmon, broccoli casserole and cheesy pasta. For dessert we sipped tasty tea and ate delicious fudge. The man of the house had actually prepared all the food, which was quite delectable. We talked and ate and laughed. The kids would periodically drag someone from our group to read to them. I volunteered when the young boy, Yoni, who had been sitting next to me ask if I wanted to play “Banana-grams”. In what felt like moments of being at these strangers house, I felt like we belonged there and I felt welcomed, almost as if they were family and I was at home.
During those hours spent at these strangers house, I realized that the way they live there life is something I’ve dreamed of and maybe one day it will be a reality. To have such a loving marriage with five beautiful children and living in the middle of Jerusalem. WOW.