Forewarning, dear readers: no set-ups occurred in the celebration of this holiday.
I went back to the Reform-esque synagogue for Kol Nidre and Yom Kippur, to give it another chance and because the Orthodox one was a little too religious and opaque for me. (Though I was, admittedly, rather curious to see whether the Yentas would arrange any further meetings with the Nice Jewish Boy.) It was much better here than it was on erev Rosh Hashanah – even though most of the melodies were still different (different than the normal High Holiday ones), the prayers were recognizable and the tunes were predictable enough that I could fake my way through it. There were many more people here (~40-50) which really made it feel much less isolating. In general it was much more natural and welcoming, and, as the real kicker, they did Adon Olam (with the tune I and probably the entire Jewish community the world over know and love) as the closing song, so I walked back to the metro feeling at peace and with the melody (of course) stuck in my head.
I returned this morning for Yom Kippur, and partway through the service, the President’s daughter came over and invited me to the break-fast at their house after services. Services continued quite pleasantly throughout the day – around midday I left for a couple hours and bussed down to a park nearby and strolled around – and then, after sunset, we walked to the President’s house for break-fast. The guests included the President and his wife, his two daughters, the Rabbi and his wife, a Swiss girl who was on a trip with her high school class which happened to coincide with Yom Kippur, and me. Everyone was super friendly and welcoming and made me feel very at-home (and I was very able to follow and participate in the conversations!)
The best part of the break-fast was, of course, the eating, but especially so because it consisted nearly entirely of cake. There was a chala and some fishy things – and 9 different varieties (that I can remember) of home-baked goods. We had:
- chocolate
- pear
- apple tart
- blueberry
- apple-something else that was a specialty of Alsace
- cheesecake
- brioche
- pain et chocolate
- a cheese-tomato-vegetable (not sweet) cake
It was marvellous. And, again, true to Jewish stereotypes, everyone kept pushing more cake on me (“Oh, but this is a specialty from Alsace! I used my grandmother’s recipe!” “Her chocolate cake is the best she makes, it’s her specialty!”) but wow, they were delicious and, needless to say, I was stuffed by the end of it. The cake was followed up with about ¼ of a shot of “Jewish vodka” that the President was very excitedly displaying to everyone at the beginning (and end) of the meal. I’m not really sure what made it Jewish, other than the label on the bottle. Maybe frequent consumption makes it easier to kvetch, kvel, or sharpens the appetite for some additional noshing?