Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Micky-isms and Angry Israeli Men

Greetings from Netanya, Israel! It's currently 9:03pm, and I'm writing from the desk here in my hotel room on the 6th floor of the Blue Bay Hotel and Spa, the first of many hotels on our journey. It's a shame that we aren't staying here for more than one night though, as I scored the best room (or at least, better than Grandmother and Grandfathers). As I sit and relax after way too many hours of flying my balcony door is open and literally a stone's toss distance away is the Mediterranean Sea, crashing against the sandy shore far below with such power. The first flight, Toronto to London, went by quickly, yet I didn't get a chance to sleep on the 7 hour trip. After meeting a new friend, Laform, a girl who overheard me mention Tel Aviv and then introduced herself and mentioned that she lives just north of Tel Aviv, the four of us (Grandparents, Zoe and this new friend) rushed through Heathrow to make it on our connecting flight to Tel Aviv in time. The atmosphere on this flight was much different, as a majority of the passengers (myself included) took this time to sleep before landing in Israel. The first thing I noticed about Israel, other than the abundance and variety of traditionally dressed Jewish men, was the smell. It has such a particular smell, but I credit this mostly to the adjacent sea. We met with the tour group, and from the airport we took an hour bus ride to our first destination, here in Netanya. We have the most magnificent tour guide, Mickey, who is charismatic and knowledgeable about the country. I've started a list of "Things Mickey Says" in one of my notebooks, making sure to note down the interesting and quirky Mickey-isms. We arrived in Netanya, enjoyed dinner (which was surprisingly good, especially considering how picky of an eater I am!) and now have settled in for the night. Of course, what would any trip be without me and Grandfather jumping to take care of our electronics and consequently blowing their rooms fuse as soon as we got into the hotel. An angry Israeli man is already fed up with us.

In the morning we leave for Casearea bright and early, but I'm  hoping to wake up around 6am Israel time  to get in a walk on the beach with my camera and notebook. It feels like such a waste to lay in bed when I'm here on the other side of the world, when I could be exploring and learning as much as I can.

Here's a bit of knowledge as shared by Mickey: petroleum here is 8$ a gallon! Most of the cars you see driving in Israel are small, and the Mazda 3 is the most popular vehicle. Now you know!

Our hotel - the Blue Bay Hotel and Spa located right on the Mediterranean sea

Welcome to Netanya Isreal! (view from the Grandparents room)

Netanya Isreal and the Blue Bay Hotel and Spa Hotel

The Mediterranean Sea (view from my room)


My dream writing place - it has come true! How could I possibly leave? 

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

In the beginning ..


So technically this shouldn't really be a blog post, considering the title of this blog is "Zoe is Israel" and as I write this I'm sitting in the airport in Toronto. But as it is an international flight we're about to board, we have hours to waste and free wifi, so why not? In an hour and a half myself and my grandparents will board the first of two flights, Toronto to London, and then after a very short period of time (literally not even two hours) we'll be on a plane to Tel Aviv. I'm not quite sure how the times will work but I do know that I've now been awake for almost 48 hours so hopefully sleep will be achieved on the plane. We did purchase neck pillows so that will help. I'm unsure at this point as to what the internet situation will be which travelling so hopefully this will be updated often. All I really am sure of is that not only will this be amazing considering not many are lucky to be able to travel like this at my age with their grandparents, but also, it's Israel! Interesting fact about Israel: The glue on Israeli stamps is kosher! Neat. 
Also if anyone is looking for a good song to listen to in an airport, or just in general, the song "Le Temps Perdu" but Carla Bruni (yes, the President of France's wife!) has been on repeat on my iPod while waiting in the airport. 

Checking in our luggage - just for the record, I had the lightest bag! 
Grandfather enjoying the moving sidewalk - Grandmother opted to walk beside instead of having the free ride



Not even out of the country and we're already shopping - new sandals for Grandmother and a hat for Zo 


Of course, the first of many expected self portraits. Rocking a hat for the first time in my life.