Let’s see…where were we?
Oh yes, vacation. Vacation was filled with happy occasions – L’chaims, engagement parties, weddings, the works. Mazals all around. It also included a short trip home to Jersey, where we got to watch my niece’s JV basketball team lose pretty miserably (despite her super impressive skills, no joke- she scored like 20 points on her own, must have skipped a generation), and then a visit to sunny Florida, where we got in lots of grandpa time, played a good amount of shuffleboard and drove around in a rental car that was way too sexy for us.
Seriously, we felt like such ballers driving with the top down until, literally seconds in, we were attacked by bees. Convertibles are not as awesome as they look in the commercials, kids. True to our track record, there were a couple of illnesses along the way. We love needing health insurance when we don’t have health insurance. It’s our thing.
But we got back to the Holy Land in one piece and in time to celebrate the new year with old friends.
Then it was back to Cyprus. You know. Cause that’s our home now. Yeah…still weird. Everyone at the airport seemed pretty depressed to be going back after three weeks of freedom, but Josh and I had something to look forward to. I never knew you could miss something so much until we left Bella at a doggy sitter for three weeks. And apparently three weeks is a LOT in the dog world because when we picked her up, she was a new woman who could suddenly bark and jump onto tables. We learned about that second part when we found her cleaning up our leftovers with her tongue one evening.
Anyway, of course it was back to school and studying for Josh, which meant back to
binging on TV for me, but we did get to go ice skating at the Christmas carnival (which was still going 2 weeks post Christmas, as were the Christmas songs in the grocery store). I was with an Israeli and a Canadian so in terms of skill level, I was somewhere in the middle.
And then, the best thing ever happened. Josh HAD to play the basketball booth as he always does and while he could only sink one shot, I made in three outof three and won myself a little prize. It may not sound like much, but it was one of the better moments of my life.
I was peer-pressured into joining the gym. I felt a little guilty about it since it goes against everything I stand for as The Anti Fitness Guru (check me out on instagram for your daily dose of inspiration to sit and do nothing), but I was feeling uncharacteristically adventurous. So far, I’ve gone once and I mostly chatted with the guy who signed me up. I told him I’m from Israel and he said he went to Lebanon one time. That’s the same. I also managed to do 22 sit-ups, which I was still feeling 4 days later. Next time, maybe I’ll be less ambitious.
When was the last time you fell off a bike? It doesn’t happen too often to capable adults, right? Well, Josh was riding to school when his bike literally fell apart beneath him. He got scraped pretty bad and the bike had to be sent for repairs. Then, the day we got the bike back from the shop, I was riding it downhill, hit something on the street, and was hurled onto the pavement like roadkill. I must have laid there for a good ten minutes feeling sorry for myself until someone stopped to help me and my embarrassment started to outweigh my self-pity. I assured the kind stranger I was fine and then cried the whole way home. You have to see me – I’ve got an apple-sized black and blue mark on my knee, a super ugly boo-boo (yes, I said boo-boo) on my elbow and a massive collection of burns on my hand from a sautéing incident. The good news is, Josh and I are clearly soul mates – very clumsy soul mates.
The better news is, we won’t need to risk our lives anymore because we finally found a car! Here’s to hoping 25 years of instinct don’t kick in and I end up driving on the wrong (right?) side of the road.
I learned something new about Cypriot culture on Sunday when I went to the mall with two friends. Apparently, just because the website says that the mall is open, it doesn’t necessarily mean that the stores are open. No, no. Sunday is not the day to go the mall in Cyprus unless you are looking for a quiet place to contemplate life. It all worked out though cause we got some haagen-dazs, which makes everything better and then moseyed on over to Ikea so we could buy things we don’t need. The outing ended with me accidentally triggering the fire alarm in Ikea.
Another tidbit about the mall – when I got back from my trip to DISNEY (more on that later), I sent Josh to return a dress – which I obviously did not buy on a Sunday – and he called to ask me if the store always looked like a giant hole in the wall. So, yeah. The store closed down and the next closest one is in Kazakstan. Anyone want to buy a dress?
Disney! There’s not much to say except it was as awesome as you’re all assuming it was. Got to spend lots of time with the siblings, nieces and nephews and, most importantly, Mickey!
Oh, and of course there were those ever so pleasant interactions with fellow Jews tapping us on the shoulders, blurting out “mincha at 5 at the castle” and walking away. At Seaworld, the kids and I had the idea of telling people mincha was in the Orca tank. Just for funsies.
Back in Jersey, (my home away from home… away from home?…) I got to see Mintzy and host Tovah and the legendary Browns for shabbat. I wanted to pack them in my suitcase, but only Adi would fit and I just couldn’t do that to Shimron.
Josh kept himself busy in my absence. Explored the island a bit, went to Israel and tried to become Bella’s favorite human. Fail. You should have seen her when I got back. Dogs love the way humans can’t – with lots of slobber.
I was also given a warm welcome by my landlord, who called to advise us to take our bikes inside as there will be thieves coming. Clearly, the thieves are very courteous in Cyprus and have the decency to make an appointment before showing up.
We’re having two very fun and adventurous guests this weekend so I’m sure there’ll be lots to write about! Stay tuned =)