Some people take a wild honeymoon to Cancun, where they lie on sandy beaches, drink cocktails, and enjoy romantic oil massages...
Some go Alpine skiing....
And some go to juggling festivals.
Guess which group I fell into?
So this week was the 13th annual Israeli Juggling Convention, which afforded me some interesting opportunities.
For example, I was given the opportunity to live for three straight days on matza, gefilte fish, and tuna. I owe a great debt of gratitude to the Trachtmans who fed me grilled veggies and matza brie (or however you spell it).
I also enjoyed learning what it's like to be a duck by waddling through pouring rain, getting soaked, and trying desperately to protect my pillow from the rain.
In addition, I had the fantastic opportunity to sleep across several curved chairs in a gym full of noisy people.
After that, I had the good fortune to be able to sleep on rocks in a tent...
Oh... and the good stuff... I got to see a world-class juggling show. I got to spend time with great people. I got to go swimming with my husband in a natural stream in a beautiful park. And most importantly, I got to spend three days with my husband away from the hustle and bustle of the regular world...
now if I could just remember the air mattress and raincoat, maybe next time could be even better!
t.c. Goodman
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