So this has been a crazy week ...
I went to Morocco last weekend and it was amazing! Really pretty and I had an awesome experience that will probably be in my top ten of my time overseas - we went to visit a synagogue. I expected it to look like a synagogue - chairs, a stage ... NOPE! Nonetheless, it was very neat. It had an ark with a gorgeous Torah and a bimah-like area. I went to speak to the man who was there to show it to us (it was cool because he was Jewish, living in Morocco, and we were speaking Spanish) - anyhoo - I went to speak to him because, for the life of me, I couldn't remember how the Shchechyanu started. He helped me and I said it - it was the only prayer that came to mind to say ... 1st time in that synagouge - or in a synagouge while overseas at all for that matter... and then I asked him if he had a Siddur. I looked at it, carefully going through each page and letting it affect my senses (touch, smell ...) - it was so old and in just hebrew, no English. When I went to hand the Siddur back to him he asked me if I'd like it. I said yes thinking I'd be able to buy it, but then he said - well then, it's my gift to you. It was so touching & one of the best souvenirs ever; something you cannot just simply purchase at a Kiosk - I will never forget that Synagogue. It may sound strange, but I know that Bubby was with me during my visit - I could feel her.
When I got back from Morocco Sunday night, I felt achy - you know, that going-to-be-sick achy. Monday it continued, but I took Tylenol (which they sell here - how cool!) and it masked the pain UNTIL I stopped taking the Tylenol and then BOOM! Monday night started the painful sickness that continued into Tuesday - couldn't eat, bathroom visits up the wazoo ... which lead to de-hydration and Wednesday morning at 3am it got worse. I decided to go to the hospital. To make a long story short - I got food poisoning (Gastro Interitis - which I can't spell) and stayed overnight in the hospital causing me to miss my bus to Madrid and my flight to Greece with my friends. The rest of my friends left Thursday as well for all of their Spring Break trips.
Since Tuesday, all I have wanted was my family. The truth is, you're always going to want your Mom. It was hard going through all of this (in Spanish) without my family and without my real home. I am fortunate for cell phones and the Internet, but I really wanted the care of Kerry and my Mom like I was used to (they were so good to me in December). My friends were great and so was my school, I had lots of visitors, but even so ... I still wanted my Mom and my family - my home.
Something about a Mother ... their care, their nature, their knowledge - it's comforting. My Mom is extra special - she never wants us to be in pain and will do what she can to help. Because of her, I get to go to Greece tomorrow. I couldn't be more thankful.
Till next time ... maybe you can go call your Mom, or think of her if she's no longer around, and tell her you love her!
xoxo
ME
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Once, again, Tessi, you brought tears to my eys. And thanks to you, I have been to the moon. I have been to the Wall (something at this point in my life) I thought I would never get to. If it had not been for you insisting, I never would have had the experience of a lifetime. The travels we experienced were beyond belief. So, I say thank you and I love you, more than words can say.
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