Just like last year, our Passover Seder was a big family event -- just about everyone from Itzik's side came. This year, instead of at Sabba v'Savta's house, it was in Limor's parents. To sum it up -- lot's of food, lots of singing in Spanish/Spaniolete/Ludino, but strangely enough we forgot the songs like "Echad Me Yodeah?" and "Chad Gadya" at the end. Still the same amount of 'arguing' over the correct tune. The gefilte fish was better than last year, I tried to convince everyone that "k'nedelach" should really be pronounced "matzah balls", and I found out why they eat lettuce instead of horseradish (it's weird but Israelis and Americans apparently switched the definitions of maror and chazeret). Oh yeah, and for the Four Sons, I was The One Who Doesn't Know How To Ask (hyuck hyuck). They thought they were playing a joke on me, but instead I tricked them and read it in English FTW.
But they had the last laugh as I ended up doing the dishes.
4/20 Lunch at Sigi & Menachem, Evening at the port with Sagiv & Amit - Speedo Bar
Yes, the subheading does say "Speedo Bar", but it's not what you think. I'll get back to it.
Instead of two days for each holiday like we do in the Colonies, Israelis get one official day. So to make up for this lack (actually I think it's so we finish the leftovers faster) we had Passover Lunch at Sigi and Menachem's (aunt and uncle). The real reason is because Menachem couldn't make it to Limor's parents' the night before, so we brought the Seder to him.
This time, we remembered to do all of the songs -- Ran (the seven-year old cousin) took particular delight in squeaking out all thirteen verses of "Who Knows One?", and we enjoyed the yearly tradition of Saba, Itzik, and Moti belting out "Chad Gadya" in Spaniolete. Also, all of the old Bachar classics can be yours for $49.99, like the timeless Turkish tune "Be'irallah" and the Spanish thing where you tickle the youngest child while telling some nonsense story (in Spanish). I would put the videos up on YouTube, but I can't get it to log in.
We also played (or rather, helped Niv to play) "One Against One-Hundred" on the tv. It was pretty fun, even if I couldn't read the questions, and almost half of them had to do with soccer. After a brief food coma, I played with the younger cousins for a couple of hours (thank god 'memory' cards don't have words) until it was time to meet our friends Sagiv and Amit at the Tel Aviv Port.
They picked us up and we drove out to the Port. It used to be the main port for Israel, but it fell into disuse a while back, and has since been completely renovated with bars, clubs, restaurants, and trendy stores along the boardwalk. Very nice place, day or night. It was pretty chilly there in the evening, but I was able to barricade myself from the wind with lounge pillows once we got to the Speedo Bar. We had some drinks/milkshakes, chatted for a while, and called it a night.
Oh yes, the place itself isn't anything special -- no one is actually wearing a speedo, but for some reason everything has the Speedo brand logo on it. Sorry, it's not much of a punchline after all that waiting.
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