Tales from the trip – the barmitzvah

We went to Scotland mainly for Nathan’s barmitzvah. Although he was nervous, as soon as he started the nerves disappeared and he performed his maftir and haftarah admirably.

The barmitzvah boy

The barmitzvah boy

Well done Nathan!

On the Sunday night, Michael and Susan hosted a cracking party. After the reception there were a few speeches, chaired by big brother Adam.

Mr Chairman (and Big Brother)

Mr Chairman (and Big Brother)

There followed a nice meal, and then dancing. Lots of dancing. We started with the Israeli form of that ancient art, before moving on to more modern versions. Suffice it to say that Susan and I did everything we could to embarrass our kids. I think we succeeded.

The dancing was going with a swing; so was Nathan

The dancing was going with a swing; so was Nathan

It was also an excellent opportunity to catch up with friends and family. (The thing is, you never have enough time on return trips to see everyone and do everything you want.)  We had already caught up with the Australian crew – Hannah and Lillian – but it was especially rewarding to see them enjoying the party.

Quite a few people were keen to know about our life in Israel, and there were some interesting discussions. It’s intriguing to see the picture people pick up of the situation, based on the media they are exposed to.

The evening finished on a high note with a communal rendition of The Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond:

Oh, ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll get to Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

I’m not sure the lyrics or sentiment were appropriate, but it was Scottish, it was fun, and it was pumped out by the crowd with 100% positive emotion.

In short, a good time was had by one and all.

Mazal Tov, Nathan. 

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