Ein Hod

A few weeks ago myself, my husband and a mutual friend went to Ein Hod, an artist's village in northern Israel. It's a quaint place with little galleries, a couple of museums and some other establishments. The Haifa fire which burned quite a bit of the surrounding rural area late 2010 also affected parts of Ein Hod. You could see the lines of trees and other areas that were charred. A lot of it has grown back though. Spring is a yearly reminder of rejuvenation.

Before exploring much of anything we stopped to have Israeli breakfast at a little cafe. We were the only customers for the morning with the exception of a few people sitting outside enjoying the sun, waiting for nothing in particular. They played old jazz songs, a solid genre to chill out to with cups of cappuccinos. 

Ein Hod Cafe

Everything seemed fairly slow while we were there. The shopkeeper of a bookstore said that of course there aren't that many people, that's why they're called a village! He seemed to enjoy his middle of the week lull. More people showed up in the galleries and in the streets as the day drew on. We left early that afternoon content that, for a period of time, we were able to remove ourselves from the familiar reaches of Haifa.

Found Drawings

While I was living in Israel I had my dad keep some of the things that I didn't need to take with me. He told me that during those few years some of the boxes got water damage. Assuming that he found what he could means the majority of my old journals, some magazines and probably a sketchbook or two, among other things are long gone. While I was spared having to go through them all and figure out what to keep and what not to keep, it would have been nice to look at them one more time. I found the two drawings above at the bottom of one of the salvaged boxes, illustrating my high school interest in mangas. Funny to think that I did these almost 12 years ago. They still look pretty decent, no?