Feeding the Muse – Literally

November 30th, 2011 by Melina

Malawach and Schug 

Guess what?

It’s a big deal this year, because as some of you may remember, I wrote like a mad woman last NaNoWriMo (and even wrote on my phone while riding trains and sitting in a theater during intermission). But then I got the flu, the real kind, and I ended up spending one of the last nights of NaNo in the emergency room. . .

Still ended 40,004 words, but it’s not the same.

But onto happier things, like malawach. Here’s the story:

A teacher friend dropped me off at a grocery store after school, and well, that grocery store, being on Avenue M and all, is full of Israeli and kosher products. In truth, I was there for mini cupcakes to bring to my fourth graders tomorrow. They’ve been doing a fabulous job with their animation and their morning prayers (I teach technology and Tefillah – I multitask). And I got to 50K. So I figured it was time for a party.

But I digress.

I passed the freezer section and had an idea.

The hero in my WIP is Yemenite (in case you’re wondering why, see #28 on the list of things that make me happy). Actually, he’s Israeli, of Yemenite descent. Yes, there used to be Jews in Yemen. So I’ve been listening to Yemenite music all month, in his honor.

Here are some classics:

and. . .

Here’s something more modern:

So there I was in the freezer section, and suddenly my basement divas just had to have malawach. And schug. I bought them hummus, too because why not. All in honor of my hero, Ishay.

See?

Now, the divas were a little unsure about the schug idea. The stuff’s H-O-T. But I assured them that even though I’m Ashkenazi, I can handle it.

So that’s what I had for dinner, while listening to this episode of StoryWonk Daily and my novel playlist. Afterwards, I topped off my word count with 305 more words. Nothing like a blast of hot peppers to spark the words, right?

Point is. . . Feeding your muse works! So it doesn’t matter that my mouth is still on fire from the schug.

P.S. Don’t be mocking the paper plate. I just finished NaNoWriMo. I need dishes like a hole in the head.

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My Animal Friends

October 2nd, 2011 by Melina

Meet Morty and Cornelius 

Well. Sadly, I am back from my summer adventure. I was gone for over two months, and now I’m home, and back at work. Creature’s back too.

It’s like I never left.

But even though they don’t seem real, I still have a few stories and pictures to share. Specifically, of some of the animal friends I made this summer.

There was the frog who showed up in front of my door one morning. The cats and dogs who showed up in the garden above my patio (I was in a basement), and a whole bunch of others (but I’m leaving the mosquitos and flies off that list, thank you very much).

But there are two animal friends I feel especially attached to.

The first is Morty, my cousin’s dog:

First of all, my cousin (well, rather her husband) has about 10 dogs. But they’re not pets. They work with and for him in the greenhouses.

See?

Now, Morty’s whole lifestyle left me with a few questions. First off, his name. I have an Uncle Morty, on my mom’s side, who’s in his 90’s, Jewish, and from Queens. It’s just not a name I’d expect for a Cretan dog.

Second, he’s the only dog who came home and didn’t live at the greenhouses. When I asked why, I was given the following reasons:

1. He’s “a little stupid.”

2. He needs training. (I didn’t know the Greek word for training, so they told me they were “making him school” which I understood.)

But who are they trying to fool? My theory is that he was brought home because he’s the most social dog in the pack and he managed to charm them all. I think my cousin’s husband liked walking him in the mountains in the evenings. My cousin herself, who claimed to be annoyed by his presence, would took him in the eye and ask him, “Where did you go today, Morty?”

Yeah, he basically made himself into a pet this summer.

But Morty works hard, too, hunting mushrooms and rabbits etc.

Oh, and I didn’t know the word for “hunt” either. But I understood when they said “safari.” That’s why I love my cousins. They know how to talk to me.

About those mushrooms, by the way. Apparently, they can kill you. But my cousin’s daughter said not to worry. Her father knew how to find the non-poisonous ones. I guess she’s right, seeing as I’m sitting here talking to you all. All is well that ends well.

And then, as those of you follow me on Facebook well know, there was the famous Cornelius The Baby Goat (I don’t know if he has a name, but on FB, he became Cornelius).

I’m sure I don’t need to remind you how I feel about goats, right?

Behold the cute overload:

You can see more photos here.

So Cornelius just showed up one day in somebody’s front yard, and is basically the goat version of Creature. He’s moody, adorable, charming, etc. He quickly became the village’s biggest tourist attraction.

Apparently, some crazy guy won him in a lottery. His wife had just left him, with his human kid, but then he got this kid. Leave it to the Greeks to have a goat as a lottery prize.

He loved when I pet him, and scratched him between the ears. And when I walked off, he’d follow me as far as his rope would allow and stare at me with those big, cute yet pathetic eyes.

One day, he disappeared. The next day, his water dish was gone. I was in an unusually emotional state, as some of you Betties might remember, so I almost lost it. It was just too much.

I was sure Cornelius was somebody’s dinner.

Thank G-d, he showed up again a few days later. I really, really hope he’s still there.

By the way, whenever I saw him, I wanted to sing this song from summer camp.

I really wanted to bring Cornelius back with me. I think Creature would be willing to share the apartment. An Austrian woman fell in love with a stray kitten who hung out at her favorite restaurant, and brought it back with her. All she had to do was bring it to a vet and then make her a plane reservation. As far as I know, she named it Gyros. Easy peasy, even if she did have to bribe the vet.

Mark my words. My next trip to Crete, I’m so bringing home a goat. :-) It’s research for my writing, of course.

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Israel

August 31st, 2011 by Melina

Was I really there? 

It wasn’t that long ago. Not even two weeks ago, actually.

But the whole trip feels like a dream.

Luckily, I have photos, lots of them, to prove it actually happened! I finally, after eleven years, went back to Israel.

I’d been there twice before. Once for my junior year abroad (at Hebrew U) and once for a visit. I’d forgotten how much I missed it.

Here’s a recap:

I left Heraklion, Crete, where I was visiting a friend, at 3 something a.m.

I flew to Athens.

I went through El Al airline security, where this Greek chick named Irini tried to trip me up while getting me to tell her about my Jewish upbringing. Really, the whole process was fascinating.

A few hours later I landed at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv, and found it was remodeled. Who knew?

Then, I took three trains to Be’er Sheva. The trains were so crowded I never did get a seat. I had no idea what I was doing, or where I was going, but a soldier took me under her wing and helped me get from train to train.

Are you keeping track? So far, that’s 1 car, 2 planes, 3 trains.

I’m not done.

Then, I found the bus station and took a bus to Arad. Then, I found a taxi and got to my final destination.

Total: 1 car. 2 planes. 3 trains. 1 bus. 1 taxi. 14 hours of travel.

1 VERY useless, exhausted Mel. Too exhausted to even be cranky. Imagine!

Anyway, point is, I finally got to Arad. Which is in the Negev Desert. Behold:

After Arad, it was time to go to Jerusalem and visit friends and old haunts. I left on a Saturday night and dragged my suitcase, in the dark, through deserted streets in the desert.

I was so lost. And about to miss my bus.

But then I heard my name. Well, actually, my last name preceded by “Ms.” Which, in the summer, in the desert, just seemed. . . wrong.

It was two of my students and their mother, who’d recently moved to Arad. They appeared out of nowhere, I tell you!

I got in the car, and they made some phone calls and tracked down my bus. We got to the bus stop just as the bus was pulling out.

The mother, being a tough Israeli, had no problem pulling her car right in front of the bus and blocking it.

Then, somebody banged on the door, and I was let in.

If you’re going to have a miracle, it might as well be on the way to Jerusalem, I guess.

Anyway, this bus was a “special” bus, otherwise known as a “Manhattan Bus” which, turns out, means it’s for the Ultra Orthodox. So, I sat in the women’s section in the back.

I fit right in. After all, most people on that bus were from Brooklyn.

But moving on. . .

The next morning, my first stop in Jerusalem was The Kotel (The Western Wall):

I went back the next day too. It happened to be Tu B’Av, the closest thing Jews have to Valentine’s Day.

Imagine the brides praying at the wall in their gowns, and single girls crying into their prayer books, praying for a match. I even saw a wedding procession!

My (happily married) friend put a book of Tehillim (psalms) in my hand and practically flung me towards The Wall, with the instructions to “daven hard for a shidduch” (pray hard for a match).

Which I thought was kind of funny. We’ll see what happens. . .

Stop two, right after the wall, was the Arab Quarter of the Old City. I can’t help it. I’m drawn to that place like a magnet:

The best spot in there? The coffee bean place. They add spices to the beans before they grind them. I just wanted to stand there and breathe for the rest of my life.

One more special place in Jerusalem – Machane Yehuda (aka The Shuk):

Did you notice the stall with pet stuff? I don’t know why, but I got such a kick out of that. Don’t mention it to Creature though. I didn’t get him anything.

Oh, come on. Like a hole in the head he needs another toy. . .

A note on surviving in Israel:

Israelis are wonderful, helpful people who will give you the shirts off their backs. But they’ve got a very “survival of the fittest” attitude.

For example, when standing in an Israeli “line,” which will most likely resemble a pile of squirming puppies rather than an actual line, use your elbows or whatever you need to to keep your spot, and when you get to the front, put your stuff and / or your arms on the counter as soon as you possibly can. Otherwise, I promise you, people will shove themselves in front of you, from all angles. And the store clerks will do nothing about it.

You may feel bad about it at first, but eventually you won’t be able to stand being stepped on and your attitude will shift. I swear!

My last day in Jerusalem, I happened to spot the Alyiah and Klitah (Immigration and Absorption) office and I almost went it.

Maybe someday. . .

Now, I’m back in Greece, just for a few more days. I was happy to return to village life with some very special souvenirs from Jerusalem: Books in English, People Magazine (don’t judge, I’m on vacation), and Totally Twisted Herbal Essences shampoo. Thanks Super-Pharm!

And no, I’m not ashamed.

A few more days, and then, G-d help me, it’s back to reality.

Eek!

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You know you’re in a Cretan village

July 28th, 2011 by Melina

when. . .

1. You’re on the way to the cemetery and along the way, you almost step on / trip over one dead snake, two dead birds, and a dead hedgehog.

2. You’re walking along, minding your own business, and you get stuck behind the watermelon truck and have to take a detour. (You’ve got to love narrow streets.)

3. The innocent looking, clear liquid in a plastic bottle (sometimes with the original water bottle label left on) could be water. Or raki. Or kerosene. (Raki or kerosene? Same difference. Both are flammable.) Be careful.

4. You’re in a restaurant at 11 o’clock at night. Nobody has even mentioned ordering dinner yet. Or bedtime for the kids.

5. You’re in a cafe, restaurant or taverna, and the waiter sits down and joins you, just to schmooze. Or smoke. Or drink raki. Or eat watermelon. Or, most likely, all of the above.

6. You walk into your cousin’s house and there’s a dead animal on the table, something from the rabbit family, that her husband brought home after hunting in the mountains. You avoid looking at the thing. The next time you see it, it’s on a serving dish at New Year’s lunch.

Seven months later, you’re looking at photos on your cousin’s computer and there it is again, in all its furry glory.

7. You’re eating a Greek salad. Every ingredient, including the olive oil, has been grown / produced by somebody you know.

8. You go into somebody’s house. They don’t ask if you want something to drink. They ask what you’re going to drink. Because like it or not, you’re going to be drinking something.

9. You find yourself having conversations with flies and mosquitos. The topic? Personal space. You suggest a compromise: they can share your room on the condition they stay at least six inches away from you at all times. And stop landing on your e-reader when you’re reading in bed at night and it’s the only light in the room.

10. You’re being devoured by mosquitos. Somebody suggests (seriously, I might add) putting raki on your ankles. So then what? You wonder if the mosquitos will get too drunk to bite you. You also wonder if you’re better off just drinking the raki to distract you from the misery by a) getting you too drunk to notice the itching and / or b) setting your mouth on fire.

11. People may or may not wear seat belts. They may or may not touch raw meat and then put their hand in a container of salt, put half empty cans back in the refrigerator, and / or give their dogs chicken bones.

Yet somehow, everyone’s fine. . .

12. Everybody knows your name. It’s just like Cheers. Only hotter. And dustier.

Oh. And WAY more gorgeous.

13. You’re speaking Greek with Dutch people.

14. Your biggest fear in life becomes slipping on wet and / or broken marble or tile.

15. You can’t sleep in on Sunday mornings, because you’re staying across the street from the church. And the church has bells. And loudspeakers.

16. You can pay for meals with Euros. of course. Or, you can pay with other things. For example:

17. People, young and old, have lyra music as their ring tones.

18. “White noise” consists of crickets, goat bells, birds (you have yet to identify) that sound like owls, and the click of worry beads.

19. When the moon rises over the water, it looks so close you’re tempted to reach up and grab the thing.

20. You never, ever, ever want to leave. . .

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Gaidouronisi (Γαϊδουρονήσι)

July 21st, 2011 by Melina

“Donkey Island”

Last week, I took a boat to Gaidouronisi (Donkey Island), an uninhabited (or as I used to call it, “deserted”) island just south of Crete.

The island is also known as “Chrysi” or “Chrissi,” which means “golden.”

It’s pretty obvious why:

There were three reasons I wanted to go. 1. I needed a break from the village. 2. I was there as a teenager and was fascinated by it. 3. One of the most romantic yet heartbreaking scenes I’ve ever written takes place there. Talk about fun research!

Here’s the thing about Cretan travel: The journey, if it involves a boat, is usually as wonderful as the destination. Or sometimes, even better.

And I’m saying this as somebody quite prone to seasickness.

Confession – the first thing I did on that boat was order a frappe. Do not mock or blame. Y’all know how I feel about that stuff.

And then, I sat back, took in the view, and listened to the Cretan music. If that playlist were on iTunes, I’d be all over it.

Most of the songs involved words like “sea” and “island.” Very fitting.

And, get this! Two of the songs were right out of my playlist for my last book.

Check it out:

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Once you get to the Island, it’s a bit of a walk to the prettiest beach. It’s not that far, or that steep, but with the heat and the sand, it definitely feels like a hike:

But, as you can see, it’s well worth the trouble!

Sadly, the day I went was rather windy, which made swimming very difficult and not so enjoyable. So I spent a lot of time exploring and relaxing in my lounge chair, listening to the soundtrack for the book I’m supposed to be working on and drinking (more) frappe.

On the boat ride back, I could barely move from my chair. All the sun had done me in (my umbrella wasn’t in the greatest condition), and the wind made the boat a little rocky.

But, like I said: the experience was more than worth it. Even if (in case any of you are curious) I didn’t see any donkeys.

Now. If I could only get back into that book. . .

As they say here, “sto kalo” (“go to the good”).

In other words, be well!

See you soon,

Mel

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Summer Travel Adventures

July 21st, 2011 by Melina

Greetings from Crete!

Hi Everyone!

Or, rather “Για Σάς!” (Yia Sas)

So. I’m in Crete, in a village on the southern coast, visiting my family and fighting off flies and mosquitos. That, and going to the beach!

Yeah, I know. It’s been a while since you last heard from me. Apologies and all that.

Here’s the thing though. Before I got here at the end of June, I was ending a very dramatic school year. Not by saying good bye to the kids, calculating grades, and sending home projects. Nope.  I was in the hospital due a very high and very sudden fever. Good times.

But enough about that. I’m here now, thanks to two airplane rides and three busses.

When I was a teenager, I thought the length of the trip, and and all the airport switching (I used to fly from San Francisco, which made the trip a lot more difficult) was really exciting. Look at me! I’m sitting on my back back, waiting for my third plane! I’m a great traveler. Want to know where to get kick ass hot chocolate at the Frankfurt airport? Just ask me! How cool am I?

Do I think that now? At age 33?

Yeah, right. . .

I’ve had a few weeks to rest, and the Internet is sort of actually working at the moment, so I figured I’d blog a bit about where I am.

So stay tuned!

And stay tuned for next month, when I’ll be blogging from Israel. Yep. This summer is all about getting in touch with my roots.

Where’s Creature, you might be thinking? He’s in California with my mother, who, to my delight, has kicked him out of my room! He was getting into trouble up there, thus waking her up.

Actually, at the moment, my mother’s traveling too, so Creature’s being looked after by the neighbors and the tenant who lives in a little house in my mom’s yard. The report: He’s taken over said tenant’s bed and communicating with said tenant’s mother via Skype.

This is the same dog who, last time we left him with a neighbor, took over their couch and became addicted to Mad Men.

I give up.

Also, I am trying to dive back into my writing. One of my books is set here, and I have the time, so I better get cracking, right? How far have I gotten with the editing? Well. . . Okay, so I’ve opened the document twice and sometimes, while on the beach, I listen to my book playlist.

Yeah. Go me. . .

Anyway, see you all soon!

Mel

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Mom and Creature

May 1st, 2011 by Melina

Together Again. . .

Okay, People.

We’ve got to have another one of our little chats.

Ready?

So you know that Mother and Creature have a special relationship, right? And you also know that Mother lives 3,000 miles away, in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Anyway.

Creature is spending 4 months at Chez Mom. No, it’s not because I can’t deal with him anymore, although good guess, especially after the flour incident. The reasons are purely practical, and yes, I do miss him. Tons. I keep reaching to fill his water bowl. I get sad when I accidentally step on a squeaky toy and he doesn’t come running. I drop food, and nobody’s there to pick it up.

At least nobody’s barking, or hogging the bed.

As I’m sure you know, Creature, in spite of his secure, loving upbringing, isn’t the most secure dog in the world (and that’s putting it mildly). Hence the barking. Hence the crying. Which is driving my mother insane.

Especially at night, when he’s alone downstairs and hears things in the back yard.

Not to worry though. My mother has found a solution.

Wait. You may need to brace yourselves for this one.

She’s given him my bedroom, which is right down the hall from hers. She doesn’t want him in her room, so she gave him mine.

She actually made my bed, the fancy one I paid for with money from the very first paycheck I got from my teaching career, with sheets she doesn’t care about.

Technically, it’s not a bed. It’s actually a “European Sleep System.” I have serious trouble sleeping, so this bed was a very necessary purchase.

I can’t get over this. Since 1989, there have been dogs living in that house. And since 1989, they have not been allowed upstairs. Including Creature.

As if this weren’t bad enough, my mother has actually been sending me photos, from her phone, mind you, of the the indentation Creature makes in the pillows.

I so wish I were kidding. But behold:

Um, can you say spoiled?

He’s also luxuriating on her relatively new couch. Here he is, just after waking up from a post walk nap:

Is it just me, or does he look stoned?

You know what, Mother? I’m just not feeling the love here.

Thanks a million for not turning my beloved room into a sewing room the minute I left for college.

But. . .

Is it wrong that I feel I’ve been replaced by a dog?

(By the way, is this not sibling rivalry at its best?)

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Mom’s Dog Strikes Again

February 24th, 2011 by Melina