Published: 21 October 2024
Last updated: 21 October 2024
I don’t know what you like to do on holidays, but you can probably guess my priorities: to eat, to walk, to seek out iconic food experiences. I often try to find a Jewish connection wherever I go – the food of the Lower East Side in NYC, the “Shanghai Ghetto” in China, the Museum of Jewish History in Girona, Spain.
I’ve just returned from Italy. The Italy I love so much: the people, the food, the culture, the art, the streets, the vibe. Did I mention the food?
I started this trip feeling more sensitive than usual. More sensitive as a Jew, more sensitive as an out and proud Zionist. I wore my ‘I’m that Jew’ cap, my ‘bring them home’ dog tag, and my yellow hostage pin pretty much everywhere I went.
I vigilantly looked for signs of virulent anti-Zionists or keffiyeh-wearing pro-Palestinian protestors; those who seem to care nothing for the Palestinians but hold everything against Israelis and Jews. I was hyper-aware at the airports, on the planes, on the ferries, everywhere I went. It’s an odd way to be, on a holiday.
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Orit freiberg22 October at 09:01 pm
Loved this poignant summary of your recent trip Lisa
Your writing always touches the heart and also the appetite💛