Every year in November I’m reminded of how lucky I am to live in Israel.
When did I ever get to see olives being pressed in Manhattan? When could I ever be part of a pomegranate festival on the Upper West Side? Albeit I miss Zabars, Fairway and most of all – Bloomingdales – but there are experiences here which continually touch my heart.
The recent pomegranate festival, held in Kfar Kana, in the Galilee northern section of Israel, was an experience not to be forgotten. I felt honored to be in attendance, and although I don’t speak or understand Arabic, I felt at one with all those who participated.
For more about this wonderful event, check out: Its Pomegranate Month – in the US & the Galilee!