Voting time

     

-My roommates and i waiting for the bus to Ramat Hasharon, the hometown of my roommate Yali (the second from the right).

About a week ago, israeli citizens participated in a vote for their new Prime minister. Just like in America, schools were closed for voting day, which meant I had the day off. So, I went with my Israeli roommate to her hometown of Ramat Hasharon- town right outside of Tel Aviv- so that she could vote.

    I went with my other roommates, it was an apartment trip i guess you would say. The 'Ziv' family welcomed us into our home and i truly felt at home there. We all sat around and watched TV for the first time in months. We ate an amazing lunch at their home without having to cook it or clean it up. We felt on top of the world. We love living on our own here, in our own apartment, managing our own money and cleaning ourselves, but once in a while it is truly nice to just feel at home with no worries- that's how we all felt at Yali's home. 

   When it came time for Yali to vote it was pouring down rain as we walked from the car to the voting building. Most people would say well that ruins a day. But seeing as I can count on one hand how many times it's rained here since i've been here, we're thankful for all the rain we can get here. So, it was just another fun memory made of us running through the rain with broken umbrellas. 

   Voting in America as I'm sure everyone reads this knows, is very proper. You walk into the building, go into your own booth, cast your vote electronically and leave. In Israel it is very different. I walked into a room with my roommate Yali (the one voting). In the room was a scienceboard piece of cardboard. She walked behind it and i went along with to take pictures- something that would never ever be allowed in the States. Behind the cardboard cut out were pieces of paper with each party name on it. She then picked the party that she wanted, put it in an envelope with her information on it and dropped it in a box. Simple as that. Take a look-