Tonight was my first family Shabbos dinner since leaving home, almost six weeks ago. I have to say, it's more than nice to do this once in a while: it's actually very important. All the Cohens were home for Erev Shabbat, except for Andy, who was orchestrating an inter-school dance that happened at his school this evening. Beautiful dinner, beautiful atmosphere.
The next morning, we also went to synagogue for the (tail end of the) Saturday morning service, followed by a kick-ass catered lunch. We didn't go to the Cohens' shule, because it was for a bamitzvah (a friend of theirs). They go to a conservative shule nearby, but this was a reform shule, closer to central Vancouver. The way shules work here in Vancouver seems pretty similar to the way they work in Sydney, except that it's perhaps a little more formal than what I'm used to.
All up, a great Canadian Shabbat experience.
Hi Jeremy, I'm a first time
Hi Jeremy,
I'm a first time blogger. Its hard to believe that you are going to more formal synagogues than the ultra orthodox. I was very impressed that you're riding a trek in one of the photos. I am looking after its cousin in Australia. Its riding beautifully down the hills of Roseville, Lidfield and Killara. Have a great Pesach and hope that you get to have another Pesach feed at another friends place. Is there a mathematical theory regarding the probability of having dinners out. Michael