One day last week while Elliott rolled around moaning with a stomach virus, I took the kids to Dayada at the Namal (port). Dayada is a very cool Gymboree kind of place with baby yoga classes and no horrible primary colored plastic structures. It's full of beautiful young Israeli mothers with expensive strollers who sit around during and after their childrens' classes chatting in Hebrew. This makes it perfect to sit and read a book in as I have the pleasure of company but without distraction since I really don't understand anything.
Akiva and Sam were basically the only children in the playspace for most of the time we were there. The whole experience is kind of trance-y and serene (except for the music which happened to be from one of the Hebrew kids music videos we have at home.) Come and go all day for 40 shekles a kid. (None of this silliness of charging adults.) A pretty good deal for the air conditioning alone.
This photo was taken on the bus ride back from Holon after we spent the afternoon (last Wed.) at the Internation Puppet festival there. The festival was really terrific.
This was the beggining of a great play about a Kibbutznic who ultimately after many years has to retire his beloved tractor for the kids to play on in the Kindergarten playground. It was very dramatic and despite the fact that it was in Hebrew Sam was nearly in tears. It had a happy ending.
