About an hour after this the South Americans attempted to organize a futbol game. Between round the circle sips of yerba mates, and lots of arguing, we managed to organize ourselves into teams of 7. My team was decent. We had a couple non-football oriented South Africans, a Canadian, some others, and then there was Arielle. He was the core of our team. He scored almost every goal. We ended the game after an hour because everyone's feet began to kill from running on the shells. For clarification this was more due to the hardness on the top part of the shells, no one got any cuts on their feet.
Then we had another mate break.
After, the South Americans began to sing Spanish pop songs to the tune of drums and a guitar. Although, I couldn't join in, due to a lack of knowing the lyrics and being able to sing, I offered moral support and enjoyed the music. We stayed on the beach until about 5, then it got cold and we left.
The rest of Shabbat was pretty chillax. Nothing happened.
On Sunday, I coerced everyone to get up early for a hike. About a group of 15 of us went on the hike to a park, the Ramat Hanadiv Gardens, about 3 miles inland of the kibbutz. In order to get there we had to walk on the road for about a mile and a half, then find a path that lead up the hills that were maybe 500 feet high. At the top of the park we had a great view of the whole kibbutz and the sea. To our surprise, there were two hidden gems up there. The first was a special yellow flower that had an edible stem. There were hundreds of them and they tasted like organic, earthy warheads. The second surprise was at the park there was this fabulous play ground. It had a giant slide the used canopy ropes to get people up to the top. It also had a log swing that looked like a connected Newton's Cradle. I don't have too many pictures of it now, but when I get them off of other peoples camera's I will try to post them. This all was Sunday morning.
(a future CWRU student Giddon with the edible warhead flower)
Sunday afternoon was a whole nother story. It was what most people would call an orientation to the kibbutz, but Yaron, the head of the program, insisted it was the "opening ceremony". The first thing they did was separate everyone into groups by native language, in order to talk to us about behavior, what to do and not to do, mostly use common sense and all. I learned two things. Don't go to the beach alone at night. I also learned to avoid punching, being punched, and anything of the sort. I don't know what happened at the last ulpan 109 (we are ulpan 110), but everyone was alluding to there being a fight, with punching of course. And actually, later in the day Yaron, begged us to not be like 109, which he outright said was a failure.failure!failure!! They also warned us against "going for romantic walks with yourself on the beach."According to Yaron there are camera's all over the kibbutz. While I am sure the cameras are for security, everyone couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the kibbutz using the cameras to get a little extra money. ;)
I also found out i was going to work in the kitchen starting Monday. I hope it isn't too boring.
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