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Yesterday afternoon I rode my bike from Jerusalem's German Colony to my cousin's military swearing-in ceremony at גִּבְעַת הַתַּחְמוֹשֶׁת - Ammunition Hill (gheev-AHT hah-tahkh-MOH-shet), where he and his comrades pledged to protect the people of Israel - and, in effect, to protect Jews and non-Jews around the world - against those who wish to destroy us.
|me (middle, the one not dressed like a Chabadnik), |
my cousin (top right) and some of the family
Then, I rode to Jerusalem' Central Bus Station, where I got on the 480 to Arlozorov in Tel Aviv. I rode from there to Maoz Aviv, where I spent the evening with סַבְתָּא - my Israeli grandmother (SAHV-tah)... after which I rode back at around midnight to Arlozorov.
That last leg of the ride was such a great feeling - riding down the wide, somewhat empty Sderot Rokakh past the Luna Park (recollecting fond teenage memories), through the slightly warm, humid-but-breezy Tel Aviv air... if you were driving or walking in north Tel Aviv last night and heard someone on a bike singing Shabbat songs, it was probably me.
It was a night ride - רְכִיבָה לֵילִית (reh-khee-VAH leh-ee-LEET). It is also sometimes called רְכִיבַת לַיְלָה (reh-khee-VAHT LAH-ee-lah), which means, literally, ride of night.
שבת שלום וסוף שבוע נעים לכולם!
Shabbat Shalom and a pleasant weekend to all!