Shana Tova

So Jen N, Zack's Mom, was kind enough to both treat me to the services and dinner at the Pudong Communty Center. Not only did she do that, she also had her driver personally pick me up from school. The services were very nice, but I know no Hebrew nor do i know the songs people normally sing. The Rabbi's wife just had her third child about a week ago, but the baby was too young to come.

Chabad was certainly interesting to experience. The room was divided with plants so prayer and conversation with God would be free from distraction. There was, as always, a ridiculous amount of food. I had challah, which made me incredibly happy because I haven't really had any bread since coming to China. The dough staples that I live on really just consist of noodles, rice, and dumplings.

The Rabbi ended up sitting next to me at dinner, and he was speaking about his brother, who for the most part lead the kids activities during the Service and during part of the dinner. A bit later Jen just said to me, "Well he wants you to date his brother." I of course obviously did not pick up any of the cues, so during the conversation with the Rabbi I just responded with things like, "Oh how interesting! Yes, he seems like a great person", etc. Haha, oops. I still feel like I don't belong to either religion because I'm caught between the two belief systems, despite their many similarities. I'm always in awe of people who are so devout because having the strength in that kind of faith seems like one certainty in life that I don't quite have. Not that it worries me, I just look up to those who can be so happy and peaceful with a belief system.