{"id":16316,"date":"2013-02-20T01:00:33","date_gmt":"2013-02-20T09:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theweddingyentas.com\/?p=16316"},"modified":"2013-02-20T01:01:07","modified_gmt":"2013-02-20T09:01:07","slug":"16316","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.bryanfriedman.me\/yentas\/tales-from-the-veil\/16316","title":{"rendered":"An American In Jerusalem: Falling In Love In Israel"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"AnnaToday, Anna Abramzon of Anna Abramzon Studio<\/a> chimes in as a ketubah<\/a> expert on The Wedding Yentas! They say she started drawing before she started walking, but that may be an exaggeration. As soon as she did start walking though, Anna started traveling, sketchbook in hand. She has lived all over the place and her travels have infused her artwork with color and life. Anna specialize in mixed media, combining collage with gouache, watercolor, pencil and ink. Anna met and married her husband in Jerusalem, Israel, and thought their wedding was a wonderful opportunity to create some love-inspired art, so she painted their ketubah<\/a>, their invites, their thank you notes, and pretty much everything else that she possibly could for their wedding. Next thing she knew, other people started asking her to create artwork for their weddings. And that’s how Anna became a ketubah<\/a> artist. She lives in Houston, Texas with her husband and daughter. Shop for your ketubah and keepsake art at Anna Abramzon Studio<\/a>. <\/em><\/p>\n

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One of the strangest phone calls I\u2019ve ever had to make was to my parents to tell them I was getting married. The ultimate weirdness of this phone call can be summed up with my mom\u2019s response\u2026 after a tense pause she said, \u201cto whom?\u201d<\/p>\n

So here\u2019s the story: <\/p>\n

Once upon a time, an oblivious Russian-American Jewish girl spent a summer in an office in Jerusalem at a desk next to an Argentinean-Israeli boy who kept trying to get her attention. The girl was so oblivious, that even when the cute Argentisraeli asked her on a \u201cdate,\u201d she eagerly accepted and even brought a friend along. But in her defense, the plan for this \u201cdate\u201d was to go hear a panel on Palestinian Reform at the Knesset (Israeli parliament) — not exactly your typical dinner and a movie, so no wonder the girl was confused! The boy, however, was right in figuring that this kind of unusual event was the only way to get the Russian space cadet\u2019s attention. During that non-date, the Argentine boy casually joked that he was eventually planning on marrying the girl, who at that moment finally realized that the boy might be interested in her as more than a coworker who shared his interest in Mideast politics. The third-wheeler friend tactfully made her exit right around then, and the boy and girl spent a lovely evening in a Jerusalem coffee shop, talking about life and finishing each others’ sketchpad doodles (they also both loved to draw). After the boy walked the girl home, as a perfect finish to a perfect non-date, the girl got a flu and left Israel without ever coming back to the office. To her dismay, the cute Argentisraeli boy never called. <\/p>\n

One might think the story would have ended there, except that Fate intervened. The girl left Israel and spent that year in New York, becoming somewhat of an expert JDater. Her dream was to move to Israel, so she found every excuse not to get too attached to any local boys and to fly to Israel as often as possible. About a year after the non-date with the Argentinian boy, the girl was on another visit to Israel and was walking down the boardwalk in Eilat (a southern resort town) with her girlfriends and her little brother who had come on the trip with her. <\/p>\n

It is important to this story to mention that the New York year had not been kind to the Russian-American girl and in her struggle with conquering the Big Apple, she had gained twenty pounds. It\u2019s also important to mention that her skin was not reacting well to travel and was therefore beginning to resemble a greasy slice of NY pepperoni pizza, and due to the very tight travel budget of a recent college grad trying to live in Manhattan, she had also not showered in a little too long. <\/p>\n

It was probably the last possible moment that she would have wanted to run into the cute boy from the summer before, but as fate would have it, they literally bumped into each other on that boardwalk. She quickly noticed the statuesque model-thin, blonde, Goddess of a girl accompanying the boy, which of course made her feel all that much more frumpy. The boy, however, quickly introduced the Goddess as his sister, visiting from Argentina (what a relief!) and suggested that they meet back on the boardwalk at 9 o\u2019clock that evening. The girl gladly agreed. (As a side note, in her future life together with an Argentinian boy, the girl would learn that all Argentine women look like Goddesses. She still doesn\u2019t know what unfair distribution of genes causes this effect, but it\u2019s a fact). <\/p>\n

At nine o\u2019clock that evening, the freshly showered and shaved boy waited at the meeting point for what he thought was his second date with the oblivious cartoon and politics-lover from the summer before. To his dismay, the girl showed up freshly showered and made up (a good sign), but with an entourage of her two girlfriends and eleven year old brother (surely not a good sign). The boy was starting to wonder what exactly was wrong with this girl and why she felt compelled to bring backup to every date. The girl on the other hand, was wondering where the boy\u2019s sister was? She had assumed that when he suggested \u201cthey\u201d meet up, he had meant all of them. <\/p>\n

Lucky for him, it didn\u2019t take long for the girl\u2019s friends to sense the situation and claim \u201csudden, overwhelming and inexplicable exhaustion,\u201d retreating to their hotel and taking her little brother with them. <\/p>\n

That night, over red wine on the white sands of an Eilat beach, under a full moon (I am not making this up!), the South American professed his plans to \u201cwait for her,\u201d and threw around words like \u201cdestiny\u201d and \u201cforever\u201d while his cynical, Ukranian-American date, struggled desperately to shut out the earsplitting warning sirens in her head (not to mention the overwhelming gag reflex).<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s how the relationship continued, with the boy always a step ahead. While the girl was comprising schemes to find out if they were \u201cexclusive\u201d and if she could consider him her \u201cboyfriend\u201d (she was too American to flat out ask), the boy casually told her that he was planning to marry her (for the second time since they met). It didn\u2019t take long for the girl to catch up, though, and to realize that this romantic, strangely decisive, macho teddy bear of a man was the one for her. She moved to Israel two months later and within six days of her arrival they were officially engaged. <\/p>\n

That\u2019s when I had to make the crazy phone call to my parents.<\/p>\n

\"Anna<\/p>\n

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