Dance, Dance

I finally went Israeli folk dancing Jerusalem! After making several planning attempts for the past two months, both my energy level and work schedule coincided to make it happen. It did require eexploring yet another corner of Jerusalem that I had not yet been--French Hill, or northeast Jerusalem.

After forgetting how to say French in Hebrew and hoping the people who seemed to understand me actually were talking about the same thing, my brother and I, and 3 friends made our way through the compounds of apartment buildings to the "community council."

Though security was lax compared to most JCCs in the states, we still couldn't figure out which floor to page to let us in for dancing. A few tips from a guy catching a breather at the ground floor gym solved that problem. Then it was like walking into my own home.

The music, the people, the dances! I had such an overwhelming sense of belonging, and that has been something I've needed lately. I even understood all the Hebrew used to teach!

Going dancing at the French Hill Community Center is on the repeat list for sure.

Sundays, 7pm (beg) 25NIS,
13 Rehov HaHagannah