The day the war started was the final day of my parents' visit. We'd taken them down south to visit the Joe Alon Center, a living history museum celebrating the culture of the region's Bedouin tribes. On the way there we noticed quite a few planes flying in formation overhead. That's odd for a Saturday, I thought to myself. I wonder what's going on.
Turns out we arrived at the museum just about the very moment that Israel began its bombardment of Gaza. Blissfully unaware, we had a lovely time visiting the museum and learning a bit more about Bedouin culture..
The kids particularly enjoyed the miniature Bedouin tent. Maya spent quite a long time pretending to be the mommy and serving typical Bedouin food to her "children". I bet you didn't know that Bedouin eat spaghetti - with chopsticks!
Mom (the real one) particularly liked the fact that they had a kids' play area set up right in the middle of the museum, with miniature Bedouin tent, puzzles made from photographs of typically Bedouin scenes, and even this strangely incongruous (but ruby red!) ride-on moose..
It wasn't until we left the museum and headed to a nearby restaurant for lunch that we learned what was going on. So much for our lovely, peaceful visit. Reality returned with a vengeance.