Did you say chicken?
Who doesn’t love chicken?
Did you say chicken?
Who doesn’t love chicken?
So…we watched a fantastic production of “Project Inspire” a few days before Yom Kippur, called “Wiping a tear”.
You can watch it here:
After watching this we decided to bake a dozen of honey cakes and distribute them to the many local Israeli tourists, with an invitation to break the fast together.
So here we were, me, my DD13 and DH and me, downtown, carrying a box of cakes and going through the local hostels and asking all Israelis where are they after the fast. Seing my demeanor, they all replies, although with some noted hesitation:”In Bet Chabad?!” so I reached out and invited them.
It was funny to see many other tourists eyeing my cakes, hoping it was for sale!
After the fast, which went well, besides DD13 fainting in end of Neila, we went home and hoped for someone to show up. I have to admit I was on the pessimistic side, thinking that not too many will show up if any. By measure of precaution, though, I had arranged for Leonor to come to work from 6:30 to 9:30 to help me in the kitchen (The fast finished here at 6:15). My husband and a few kids were even waiting outside just in case someone needs help fining our house. I sent my other worker, Ingrid, with a few ivitations left, to hand out by the Isralis stepping out off the shul. Surprise-surprise, she came back with a LOAD of people!!! I actually couldn’t close the door of the house as more and more people were showing up!!!
My son who was outside, later described it looked like a bus load of people (even if though they were walking).
We got real buzy in the kitchen batches of pizza in and out the oven, making spaghetti, warming up soup…And then when I thought everything was under control, another group of people whowed up!! All together was about 60! Such nice sweet people, they were thanking us the whole time, one even offered payment (no way!).
Iwas very happy, specially having made everyhing in advance (pizza dough, homemade cheese and sauce etc..).
What a nice feeling…
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That’s how my 6 yo son, Benjy, asked Ingrid, our helper, if he was going outside!
The younger kids are starting to speak a bit of Spanish, as I heard my 4 year old yesterday telling Ingrid:”Agua! Agua! I want Agua!”.
So, I decided to teach them some basic vocabulary and we are putting this on the list with other homeschool topics.
The language is definitely a change, just as much as the mentality, of course.
Last Sunday we all went to a Dog Show. Yes, you read right! Me go to dog show! (I don’t even like dogs, besides Bentley, of course, even though I probably could tell the truth here, as I highly doubt that Bentley follows my blog, right?).
So, what do people in Peru do at a Dog Shows? Well, they watch chiwawas and other types of dogs running around in circles. Nothing more than that..I admit being disappointed as a previous spoiled resident of the USA, I was expecting watching dogs dancing, walking on two feet,maybe even talking in Spanish, unfortunately, nothing as such:(
At least our kids enjoyed it, as well as the Luna park on the premises, with a HUGE slide.
For the kids to slide down, they had to first climb up about 50 feet and then slide down. While our kids were quickly into it, and immediately gasped the concept, there was a little 3 year old Peruvian boy who seemed afraid to climb up. His dad, who paid a whole 35cents was, well, kind of frustrated and kept yelling towards his son:”Sube, Lorenzo, Sube!!!” (“Go up, Lorenzo, go up!”) I tried to ask our kids to give Lorenzo a gentle push, nothing did it.
Lorenzo’s dad, after 10 minutes of pointless coaching finally pleaded to the lady who sold him to ticket to, por favor, intervene.
She dropped everything (even her shoes) and went up, firmly holding Lorenzo’s hand and giving him no other choice.
Whaooo!!! Wasn’t Lorenzo in for a surprise as he sled down! I thought he was going to have a cardiac arrest! Poor dude!
On another topic, Rosh Hashana went really well, thank God!
I realized just the day before that we were going to cook all the meals at home.
I was kind of relying on buying he food from Bet Chabad, but last minute we decided we would have cheaper and better doing it ourselves. That also allowed us the luxury of rotating Milchig and Fleishig, so…
I made our own mozzarella cheese, grape juice, cakes and pies.
Dear hubby made his own cream cheese and lox. Yes, we’re a match! How did I learn to make cheese? By watching this youtube:
(I am not a fan of his haircut but I like his cheese. In MY house, in HIS I would be too nervous of find some of his hair in my pizza).
Anyway, we are getting accustomed to our new life and I even opened my factory last week and after spending a week of hiring and firing, I now have a fantasic team. Nice ladies and all.
However, I would pefer to bypass the “hello -kiss kiss-business”, it is not exactly to my liking to kiss ladies 16 times a day, not even speaking of the germs…(It wouldnt bother me if it was guys, as long as they look good, that is). Soooo, I have finally found a “trick” : I make sure to keep myself very BZ and very far from the door when they walk in and I am “Patur” from the kiss. When they leave, I do the same but sometimes it doesn’t work as they walk towards me and of course I get the hint – I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I guess after spending a whole day with me they are determined to force a kiss of freedom.
The kitchen helpers (Leonor in the mornings and Ingrid in the afternoons) are also getting accustomed to us. It took me a great deal of patience to teach them all about not mixing the Milchig and Fleishig. I finally told them that for me it’s like loosing $5,000 and now they finally got it!
I am now baking small honey cakes to distribute to Israeli tourists together with an invitation to break the fast with us.
We will see how many show up. (Hopefully not sixty).
Well, that’s it for now.
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Known as the “Square of the warrior” in the Inca era, this plaza has been the scene of several important events in the history of this city, such as the proclamation by Francisco Pizarro in the conquest of Cuzco.
Similarly, the Plaza de Armas was the scene of the death of Túpac Amaru II, considered the indigenous leader of the resistance.
The Spanish built stone arcades around the plaza which endure to this day. The main cathedral and the Church of La Compañía both open directly onto the plaza.
Plaza de Armas reflects the full magic of beautiful Cusco!
While in daytime, this beautiful Square is the favorite place for many locals to seat on benches and relax in the harmonious scenery, as soon as the day fades away, the night envelops the horizons and within minutes all is turned to magic!
Plaza de Armas is by far one of the most romantic and pleasant place to go for a night walk or go for a cup of coffee or tea in the numerous terraces surprisingly perched on top of the architecture.
Check this youtube I found of Plaza de Armas at night, unfortunately it doesn’t really do justice bu stll give you a glimpse : http://youtu.be/9qvFrnpi50w
Another Shabbat came and went and I didn’t have to cook!!
I have to admit it: I spent all Friday in bed (with my computer, that is) just to experience the newly found relaxation!
When Leonor (my helper) came to tell me that the upstairs neighbors have a chest of drawers to loan us, I told her that it will have to wait for another day, I am too tired.
While I was in bed, she made empanadas and a sweet potatoe pie – both delicious.
We still don’t have a fridg’ as the lady interested in selling us one for $80 is always BZ.
Friday afternoon, we went to Bet Chabad for prayers and meal. While DH walked with 2 DD, I took a cab with the 2 little boys, DS4 and DS6, as well as Ingrid, our afternoon helper.
Well, the group that walked had already arrived by the time we got there! AND, the Bet Chabad will be moving to their new location before Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year), and the walking time will be reduced from 15 minutes t o barely 10. This is good news.
Although it was a bit hard to sit on a plastic stool during the 2 hour meal…I hope that by next week we will be eating Friday night meals at home!
Shabbat morning, the walk to Bet Chabad was uneventful.. We passed throu a tiny tiny restaurant, featuring a hand-made sign: Hoy Sopa. (soup today). I was thinking that a world where the highlight of the day is having fresh soup made, is a world I want to belong to.
AMIGA, HOY – SOPA!!!