When I was a kid I went to Jewish summer camp - big surprise. Because I grew up in Yenevelt (literally, The Hereafter in Yiddish and Saskatchewan in English) In my generation, it was a must. How else was I going to meet my future husband.
So off I went at a tender age with a group of equally fresh-faced and naive kids from my town and the surrounding rural Jewish communities. (Yes, there were many and many colonies that resembled kibbutzim).
We travelled by train to Edmonton. Spent the night "billeted" (does anyone say that anymore) in the home of a Jewish family and in the morning boarded the bus to camp. Tra...
Every year we insist that we will not spend another August in Israel and every year, one way or another, we spend at least 2 weeks, sometimes the whole month here. It is bloody hot and humid and sometimes impossible to go outside.
The weather forecast is deceiving. It says it is 32°C. IPhone says it feel like 35°C. Accuweather says it feel like 38°C. The Israeli sites don't even attempt to tell you how it feels.
We live very close to the sea - a ten minute walk. But at the height of the day, between 11a.m. and 4p.m., when it would be the most reviving, I don't even dare to go to the beach.