Anyone who’s spent a year in Israel knows the challenges of finding a host for Shabbat each week.
Like any unsuspecting teenager, I found myself in this never-ending cycle last year in seminary.
From Sunday to Tuesday I spent countless hours trying to obtain the phone numbers of Shabbat hosts and even more time calling them, politely asking if they’d be willing to host a couple of girls for Shabbat.
Although most were very nice, they would, more often than not, already be booked with guests.
One week I got hold of a host’s phone number from a classmate, and I called to request if the family could host me and two friends for Shabbat.