I always find it so funny when people all me if I feel safe in Israel. Honestly, is hard not to when you have to pass your bag through a screening machine and walk through a metal detector just to get into a train station. This may sound extreme but for the number of suicide attacks in trains, buses and malls it makes perfect sense to Israelis.
Luckily David can speak Hebrew much better than I can and he was able to get us tickets to the right train station in Tel Aviv ($4 for each of us by the way!)
The train is kind of wavey though, not bumpy like American trains. And it’s a gloomy day so the country side looks darker than usual but it’s amazing how green everything is in winter and how beautiful all of the orchards and farms are. And in between all of the grass you can still see the desert sand that covered the land 100 years ago before the settlers came and made the desert bloom.
The train from Rehovot (the city closest to my kibbutz) is only thirty minutes to Tel Aviv and then we have another bus to take to get to Ramat Gan to visit with David’s family. I’m looking forward to meeting them all, though I’m a bit nervous too. Hopefully all goes ad planned and we at least get off at the right stop.
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