Earlier this month, my friend Todd and I were FINALLY going to see “Interstellar” play at the movie theater in Ashdod. We were very excited. We probably looked something like this:
We had tried to go before, only to stumble through an awkward Hebrew conversation at the ticket stand, and bamboozle ourselves into buying “Nightcrawler” tickets instead.
When moving to Israel, some of the simplest tasks became new challenges. In America, I took for granted my familiar and favorite stores, restaurants, and other “dependable” places. So, how do you find the best places – the locally trusted, tested and true – to fulfill your wants and needs? How do you navigate commonplace, even daily interactions, in a different and unknown language?
You ask those who want to help you, without embarrassment. Yes, it’s nice to feel independent, and to practice our Hebrew is important too. Yet, our teachers, our new Israeli friends, and even others in the program, are key to helping us achieve our goals, and integrate effectively into these foreign communities.
This time at the theater, we admitted our previous mistake to the worker, who kindly helped us achieve success. And I totally recommend that you go see Interstellar, but be warned Israel viewers, there is a very abruptly placed intermission in the theaters…and what’s up with that, Israel?