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Life at the Kibbutz
So I can imagine what most of you are thinking: What in the world is a Kibbutz? Before WWII, some Jews found it necessary to move back to the Promise Land. This is when they established socialist farming communities (aka: Kabbutzim) all across the land. During the establishment of the state of Israel in the nineteen forties, the influx of Jews to the Israel often found their home at a Kibbutz. We actually met a woman in Boston who grew up on a Kibbutz in the southern part of the country. I originally thought that our lodging would be comparable to a motel on the side of the road, but the Kibbutz is more like a gated community complete with its own pool, small grocery store, 
neighborhood, and hostel-type lodging. After digging, we usually have a lot of time to relax, either at the pool or in our rooms reading, journaling, or napping. The entire area is covered with stray cats and dogs. Patrick, my roommate, and I have actually befriended a specific cat who thinks nothing of hanging out in our room with us. We’ve already named her Anya; two guys living together with a cat…I think I know where this is going. I’ve made friends with the older and young adults participating in the dig as our rooms are right next to each other in three complexes, and the man in charge of the hostel area, Richard, is incredibly generous and offers to help out in 
anyway possible. One of my favorite things here that is different from the states is the toilets…two different things to flush and two different ways to flush them. We actually were just given our digging permit by the Israeli Antiquities Authority (IAA), so no more clearing brush for us. It’s finally time to dig.
So I can imagine what most of you are thinking: What in the world is a Kibbutz? Before WWII, some Jews found it necessary to move back to the Promise Land. This is when they established socialist farming communities (aka: Kabbutzim) all across the land. During the establishment of the state of Israel in the nineteen forties, the influx of Jews to the Israel often found their home at a Kibbutz. We actually met a woman in Boston who grew up on a Kibbutz in the southern part of the country. I originally thought that our lodging would be comparable to a motel on the side of the road, but the Kibbutz is more like a gated community complete with its own pool, small grocery store, 
neighborhood, and hostel-type lodging. After digging, we usually have a lot of time to relax, either at the pool or in our rooms reading, journaling, or napping. The entire area is covered with stray cats and dogs. Patrick, my roommate, and I have actually befriended a specific cat who thinks nothing of hanging out in our room with us. We’ve already named her Anya; two guys living together with a cat…I think I know where this is going. I’ve made friends with the older and young adults participating in the dig as our rooms are right next to each other in three complexes, and the man in charge of the hostel area, Richard, is incredibly generous and offers to help out in 
anyway possible. One of my favorite things here that is different from the states is the toilets…two different things to flush and two different ways to flush them. We actually were just given our digging permit by the Israeli Antiquities Authority (IAA), so no more clearing brush for us. It’s finally time to dig.
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