One Day in May

 

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Y’know that one day in May when you wake up early because sun rays tickle your nose? When you ditch your jacket, head outside down Boston’s Commonwealth Avenue and stroll below the cherry trees? When you wake up your BBQ from its 8-month hibernation period? When you head down to the Charles Esplanade to cautiously dip your toes in the water?

Well, Friday, February 12th (also known as yesterday), was that day in Tel Aviv. I got home “late” from a night out, or “early” depending on how you see it. The sun was rising and so I made an impromptu detour to the beach. The sun’s early rays glistened on the boats in the harbor, a streetsweeper began his morning shift on Frishman beach, a dogwalker yawned and gave me a lazy smile. It was 7:30 AM. You could already sense it would be a warm day. I went home and collapsed on my bed…but managed to get up, shower, get dressed, leave the house by 1 PM “a few” hours later 😉

thumb_IMG_0209_1024.jpgEn route to the beach I made a pit-stop at the Brew Shop on Gordon street. I had never been inside before but was intrigued: rumour has it they sell Cold Brew Coffee here, something I miss about Boston (besides Pavement Coffeehouse of course, my quasi living room). Gemma from Manchester, a happy barista in her mid-twenties, told me about the Ethiopian and Kenyan beans they use and poured me two Coldbrew shots from beautiful glass bottles. She also invited me to a coffee roasting and tasting workshop on Sunday evening: see you there!

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thumb_IMG_0238_1024.jpgAnd so I wandered towards the beach, Cold Brew in hand. I had spicy shakshuka with my feet in the fine sand. I skyped my mum and my dog Beau. I joined a few guys who juggled a football in the air. Mostly, I took it all in – a mum cradling her young son; a surfer running into the sea; a sailboat spinning over (I’ve been there); a few French friends joking about Paris winters.

When I left the beach, the same time that the sun fell into the ocean just before 6PM, I saw a young man in a green sweater and a green bowtie dancing wildly. Why is this noteworthy? Because his VIP audience member was an old lady with big, white curls, and a gentle face. She sat in one of those red wheelchair scooters and she watched the dancer as happily as can be. Many stopped to watch the man dance, but just as many were simply moved by this old lady’s joy. Only in Tel Aviv!

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