Purim In Beitar

Today was our first Purim in Eretz Yisroel. As I post this blog our Purim has ended (my husband is passed out on the couch) and Shushan Purim, the holiday that we've been celebrating until now, has begun in Yerushalayim. I have to say that Purim out in Beitar Illit is somewhat more subdued than A Jerusalem Purim. In Har Nof there was blaring music and roaring fireworks until the wee hours of the morning. In Beitar, all you could hear was the sorry echo of a lone party snapper. I can't say that this disappoints me. Not much of a party animal, I enjoyed being able to walk through the streets without having to dodge trigger happy 10 year olds and their cap guns. What are those parents thinking????? I celebrated my purim with my little apple and carrot and their Abba. Of course, I can't imagine that Yitzchok Zevi will remain too sheltered for much longer. I saw him eyeing those police man costumes at our Purim Seuda today. What makes me think he is not going to be interested in being a Bananna next year? This is a picture of Jason trying to convince Yitzchok Zevi that Haman was a tzadik. Hope you enjoyed that wine, Jay!