Part of the aliyah “process,” I think, is coming to terms with the fact that things are not what they once were. Sometimes Israel and America are as different as apples and oranges (schools), so don’t try to compare; you’ll just get frustrated. (Taxman and I argue about this all the time. In public, even. He says that aliyah is the answer to the day school tuition “crisis.” I say not so fast; the school experiences are too different, so it’s not a fair statement.)
But sometimes there are things that you think should be universal. Like shopping in a supermarket. Once you get over the “Why is there no Yoplait vanilla yogurt? Oh wait, there it is! But now it’s gone! (Poor Miss M!) And now Mueller has vanilla? For how long? (No matter; Miss M is happy. For the moment),” shouldn’t supermarket experiences be mostly the same?
Or how about 10-digit phone numbers? What? Isn’t a phone number…a phone number? Well, yes. But also no. Read this.
My question is: do Israelis in America have the same kind of amusing mini-adjustments? Do they have trouble with phone numbers? Do they have trouble doing all their shopping in one go and staying with their cart at all times?
Fill me in. I’ve only done this in one direction.