With the advent of the Internet, the knitting community has become world wide. Well, it was always world wide, we just had no ability to connect with each other. Through the knit list in the 1990s, I met knitters in Israel, one of whom invited me and my family to join them for Pesach when we were traveling in 2000. I found other Minnesotans; both had made Aliyah years ago.
Today I got a chance to get together with a knitter living in Jerusalem. I got to see a couple of yarn stores, both with extremely nice staff. Bags and bags of various yarns piled to the ceiling. Much heavier on the acrylics than I would see in Germany and not so much wool.
We had tea at Chez Gita. Sitting together at a tiny table we happily chatted while knitting and probably obstructing the hall. As the cafe cleared out, we were offered a table next to the front window with plenty of light. We decided that I would plan better (grin) on my next trip so that perhaps a bigger group could get together. The short few hours flew by with our wip, and we managed to connect with my friend who was giving me a ride back to Tel Aviv.
I spent time turing the yarn Noah dyed into socks for him as well as a couple more rows on Glamour. It is easy to guess which is which. The last pix is a better shot of my slip stitch socks which went walking in Jerusalem today.
Just sitting there, from the old and new. This picture was shot in Jerusalem. Last week’s came from Beck Caserne in Sonthofen Germany.