Happy Passover!

Haggadah and Seder Plate

Haggadah and Seder Plate

Yes, as an inquisitive and spiritual person, I strive to know, learn and understand others’ cultures, habits, religions, way of life and existence. Passover is one of these things. I have heard of it, and like many, I was clueless about it. My lack of knowledge only made me wonder more but the information I got was not enough to beat my curiosity. I was not satisfied. I wanted to experience it, be there, be present at the ceremony, feel it.

20140401_192953I have a handful of Jews friends, many are non practicing, so the possibility of me being invited to the Judaic ritual, was this much, zilch, well at the present time however. So, the minute I got the chance to experience Seder dinner, I jumped right in. I canceled my previous engagement, hop on my car and to the supermarket I went to purchase some Kosher goodies for the occasion. And there I was with pals from the Bible studies, dining Kosher meal and learning about Passover. It was an humble experience I may add, one I won’t soon forget. One thing I remember, the holiday dinner can take up to a long time and consists of holiday meals, special prayer services, abstention from work, songs, sacrifices…

Passover began today at dusk.

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Boiled Eggs

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Romaine Lettuce

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Matzah and Horseradish

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Matzah

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Matzah

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Soup

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Sweet Potato

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The Wine

The Wine

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Photo Of The Day

156207_1750184032882_5071783_n At Art Basel,
“I love your hair.”
“You do?!”
“Yes. Do you mind if  I take your picture?”
“Maybe!”
“C’mon, please?!”
“Ok, maybe if you are in it.”
“Cool. I am in.”

IMG_4777“Oops! I am sorry!”
It is hair. It is art. It is fashion.
Just wondering how he sleeps but wouldn’t dare ask.

 

From The Aeroport To Mestre, Venice

IMG_4927Arriving in Venice, we were greeted by our tour manager, Ambra; beautiful italian name, it means Amber in English. We claimed our luggage and hop on the bus to Mestre, a suburb of Venice region and met Lucas, our bus driver. An interesting gentleman to say the least. Sorry, I don’t seem to find a picture of his. He reminds me of a younger french actor, Gerard Depardieu.

IMG_8066Silly me. I though we were going to have different tour guides and drivers for each of the cities we visited, which we did have local guides but were attached to the hips to Ambra and Lucas for the entire the trip. They were the main guides and no complains here. Well, at least from me. There is however, one or two people who were not happy. Oh well, you cannot satisfy everyone. And moving right along we did, discovering Italy we were on our way.

IMG_4929The weather was beautiful with bright sunshine and clear blue skies. It was hard to believe that we were actually in Italy after looking forward to this trip for more then a year. We had many pancakes scrambled eggs, sausage, orange juice breakfasts, count eight, garage sales and an Italian night dinner fundraiser to help us achieve our dream, but like troops, they came rushing supporting us all the way.

IMG_4933_1IMG_4932We finally arrived at Antony Hotel in Mestre, a suburb of Venice.

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