We were up North for the weekend (my cousin’s bat mitzvah), so we stopped off at Kibbutz Lavi, where my brother is working as a cowboy.
Kibbutz life seems at first like ‘the simple life’ – but if you think farm life is like that, you don’t wake up between 5 and 6 (or earlier) to start your day of outdoor labor with lifestock. I am waaay too lazy for that kind of thing. Call me a ‘city girl’ or something in between.
The two things I gathered the most from my morning tour of my brother’s short kibbutz career were these: early breakfast and early bulls. Here’s proof:
Cucumbers, cucumbers – and even more cucumbers.Some people do their eggs different ways; we do our cucumbers in different ways.
Mountains, cows, the smell of cows… That’s a kibbutz morning.
That’s the guilty cow look. Or maybe it’s out fault that we interrupted some a.m. bull-erotica.
What? What? It’s too early for that bull-shit.
Whadya got: