older chests reveal themselves...

So I will finally write now that I am in Israel. I have been near or on the internet for the past 2 weeks but have been too lazy to actually sit down and update this thing. For another thing, this kibbutz thing is keeping me pretty busy, and if not busy pretty damn tired.
So for those of you who don't know I am at the Kibbutz Ein Gev, on the Sea of Galilee also known as the Kineret. This is the Sea where Jesus himself walked on water. Its a beautiful place, surrounded by mountains and literally on the water.
Living on a Kibbutz is a really special thing. I really love it here. I sometimes wonder what it is exactly thats keeping me from picking up my life and just moving here. Learning Hebrew, and becoming a Kibbutzkik.
Then I remember that I want a little more out of life than working 6-7 days a week, 8 hours a day with 3 days off a month.
For these next 3 months though, I think its the best experience I could have chosen. Its giving me valuable experience in coexistence with minimal material wealth, and a work ethic like you wouldn't believe.
Everyday I get up at 7 am grab some breakfast, and head to work. I mop floors, polish silverware, move tables, set tables and rearrange napkins till 11. I get an hour for lunch and at noon I am back at the restaurant busing tables, rearranging food, breaking plates and making friends.
The waitresses/waiters not only have the most difficult job on the kibbutz, we also work the longest hours, but I actually love working there. We get to interact more with the kibbutzniks who some are themselves "senior" waiters and waitresses, and we also get free food which in turn gives us more spending money at the end of the month. I also really love to talk to customers. People rarely understand why I am here busting my ass, and I barely get it myself. But I guess it just feels right.
I really feel like I belong in Israel.
The other volunteers are an eclectic bunch, and only about 1/6 of us are actually Jewish. They are all really great people, and fun, but the relationships here aren't as deep as those I made in Ghana, for alot of reasons. Its a different place, they are different people, and its a different kind of pressure to exist here. I don't feel like I stick out here at all-actually most Israelis think I'm Israeli.
Oh, and I am going to learn Hebrew if its the last thing I do. What a beautiful language.
Anyway, I don't have that much to say...still flip flopping about the premed thing.

And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else to mend that shelf
Of too many books
Read me your favourite line