As we wend our way through cities, as we visit distant countries, as we travel and explore, we make unexpected discoveries. Eight stories
Shevy Levine
We’re somewhere between one Covid lockdown and the next when we decide to take a family trip to Netanya for some much-needed air. Our itinerary is packed, our days full. We spend mornings at the beach, afternoons at various attractions in the area.
We’re not the only ones bitten by the travel bug; most places we go are packed with families just like us — young and chareidi and oh-so-familiar. There’s a beauty in the sameness, a comfort in spending our vacation surrounded by those on our wavelength.
On the second day of our trip, we set out to a vegetable farm. It’s out of the way, and no one I know has ever visited the place, but the thought of introducing our little ones to food growing from the ground (!) is too exciting to pass up. We follow one dirt road, then another, bumping along narrow roads, until finally, we arrive.
The kids bound out of the car, eager to stretch and move. My husband and I unbuckle… and immediately do a double take.
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