How Israel made me fall in love and broke my heart right after
[vc_row][vc_column][us_message color=โyellowโ]Dedicated to Mindy and Alex โ my dear friends who passed away on 03 July 2018 in an accident in Shannon Falls, British Columbia. Both were with me on my first trip to Israel and have encouraged me to move to Tel Aviv. I tip some gin for you and pray for better days. You are both amazing and have inspired me so much in creating content, much more, living my best life.[/us_message][us_separator type=โdefaultโ style=โdashedโ][vc_column_text]
Editorโs Note: Some names of the people in this story were changed to protect their privacy.
[/vc_column_text][us_separator type=โdefaultโ style=โdashedโ][vc_column_text]I am writing this now because I feel that the time is right. For a long time, I have been battling my hate for Tel Aviv โ a city I fell in love with in 2016.
If youโre constantly reading this blog, you will know how I am head-over-heels with Tel Aviv. It must be surprising for you to hear that I have despised it for one full year (2018) because I myself cannot believe the rage I felt towards the city I call home.
But now, the time is right. I have moved on from the heartbreak and I am ready to share this story that I have been keeping for a long time.
Love at second sight
Vibe Israel Bloggers Trip 2016 / Photo by Matanya Tausig for Vibe IsraelSome time in 2016, I was invited by Vibe Israel to join a Bloggers trip. I havenโt been to Israel so this is one of the opportunities I will say yes to even if I donโt have any idea whatโs in there. I have the habit of surprising myself whenever I visit a new country so I did not read anything about Israel. โSurprise meโ was all I could think of while on a flight to Tel Aviv from my Hong Kong abode.
But of course, there is still a tiny bit of impression embedded in my mind about Israel. Jesus and Jerusalem were the most prominent words. Hailing from a hardcore Catholic country, Jerusalem is like the mecca for us. Where I am from, everyone dreams of going to Jerusalem. One of my friends even said I was so lucky to be going to Israel on an all-expense paid trip but I translated that to โyou bi*ch donโt even go to church and yet here you are, being invited to the Holy Land.โ Flying from the Philippines to Israel is very expensive so up until now, it remains a dream for many.
And that friend is right. I am not religious. I donโt go to church. I obligate myself to write Roman Catholic in every government forms I am asked to fill out even though I have no idea why are we asked to provide our religion in these kinds of forms. I came to Israel because I was invited to a Bloggers trip. That was my sole reason. No expectations whatsoever.
This is very vivid to me because on my very first hour in Tel Aviv, I already was in a mishap. I flew from Hong Kong to Dubai then Bucharest to Tel Aviv โ a tedious flight as you can read so there was a tendency that my luggage wouldnโt make it. And it didnโt. I was going to attend a friendsโ Jewish wedding and have nothing but what I was wearing in the flight. I let that go because I know I can always buy a dress in Israel but then again I returned to being pissed at the airlines because Israel is so expensive! I paid 300 NIS (about $80 USD) for a dress that I am only going to use once. Constantly repeating โyou love your friends and you will do anything to look good in their weddingโ was the only way I got over the expenditures I was not ready for. Plus, the dress that was in the lost luggage is really gorgeous (designed by my friend in the Philippines). It was another factor that made it harder to move forward.
I got over it and went back to the tune of being an explorer. A big bunch of us from my backpacking Peru days were flying into to Tel Aviv to attend the wedding. It was something to look forward to. As soon as everyone landed, we rendezvous to the Carmel Market, a famous shuk in the city.
August is extremely hot and is the peak of the summer in Israel but weโd like to believe we are not rusty backpackers so we walked for 35 minutes. None of us were sure how to take public transport and taking a taxi was never an option. But walking in the heat took its toll: one of our friends who flew in from 5-degrees-celsius-Berlin collapsed. Yep, collapsed.
Without a sign, she stumbled on the floor. Everything went so fast. She was just standing next to me and all I could remember was looking at her and shouting for help. She hit her head a little so there was blood when I tried to wake her up. Everyone in the market gathered and formed a circle around us. Our other friends came to the commotion having been distracted from their shopping and hearing my coarse voice shouting โguys, help!!!!โ
She was fine. She just hit her head on the fall and the last thing I remember, we were in an ambulance with sirens blaring all over the city. I tried to remember all my first days in all the cities I visited in the world โ this happened three years ago but it still tops the list up to now.
Get this: lost luggage, friend collapsing, ambulanceโฆ. Wait for it.
Just when we arrived at the hospital, I realised I lost my phone. I was pretty sure it was in the market but my friendโs hospital situation is more important. I didnโt want to do anything about the phone. At the time, I felt like I wanted to leave Tel Aviv pronto. Itโs as if the Universe was telling me โRun. This city doesnโt like you.โ
The Peru crew with the groom. Have you ever traveled to attend a wedding of a friend whom you met while traveling?And thatโs what I did after the wedding. I left. My luggage was returned on the day of the wedding (what the freaking feck) and fortunately, when my friends came back to the Carmel Market to say thank you to all the people who helped us, some guy recognised them and returned my phone. It was network-locked so I guess it didnโt serve its purpose to them. I felt better when I got my phone back but I was not feeling Israel. Because of the wedding, I was a month ahead for the Vibe Israel Bloggers trip so I figured Iโll just go back closer to date.
The series of unfortunate events did not end there. I decided to cross the border from Israel to Jordan. If thereโs one thing I learned from backpacker forums, itโs to never have an Israeli stamp your passport. Apparently, there is a silent war in the Middle East. When you have an Israeli stamp, countries like Lebanon, the UAE and Iran will never ever let you enter their country. Even if youโre not Jewish and is just a tourist. This is when I realised the Israel boycott is real. And Iโm f*cked.
Congratulations, Trisha! You now have an Israeli stamp on your newly issued passport. I have no plans in coming back to the Philippines to renew it so this incident was very irritating for me. After the Bloggers trip, the plan was to go around the Middle East (Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon, Iran, Pakistan, etc) but then it turned to, I guess, goodbye Beirut. Goodbye Tehran. Goodbye Dubai and Abu Dhabi. You will just be a distant dream until I get a new passport in 2021.
I spent 5 unbelievable weeks in Jordan and it was time to go back to Israel for the Bloggers trip. Similar to when I first arrived for my friendsโ wedding, I did not expect anything from Israel. I just want to get the trip over with and move to my next destination. At the time, it was Mexico for another Bloggers trip.
The 7-day itinerary covered 3 legs: Jerusalem, The Golan Heights then Tel Aviv. Whether you believe it or not, Jerusalem spoke to me in a very religious way. Imagine growing up in a devoted Catholic country where everyoneโs lives are driven by religion then you step into Jerusalem โ it was a feeling I could not explain. There was a force I did not expect to be around. Part of the trip was to enter the tomb of Jesus, you know, where he rose on the third day. The line for the tomb is always long but being on a sponsored trip has its perks: the VIP line.
I entered the tomb with Mindy and Alex. It was only a 3-person at a time entrance so you can imagine how suffocating Jesusโ tomb is. The ceiling is very low โ you actually have to crouch when you enter. It was claustrophobic. Mindy and Alex kneeled. I followed their lead. I looked at both of them and saw their eyes were closed, heads bowed. I closed my eyes and put my hands together in praying position. There was a long blank silent noise in my head until I was able to talk silently: โHello, Jesus.โ I already had a long list of prayers and thanks in my head (as I was trained as a child) when the guard at the door peeked and said โnext!โ Because of the long line, there is a 2-3 minutes limit for each group. I was already feeling the force and was honestly ready to say my prayers.
Butโฆ dudeโฆ Seriously? Hello Jesus? Thatโs it? Thatโs all????
Golan Heights Winery vineyard party / Photo by Matanya Tausig for Vibe IsraelGolan Heights highlighted a handful of wine bottles and to be honest, I donโt have a long blurb. It was a night I donโt remember. Bordering Syria, Golan Heights is Israelโs pride in the best wines of the Middle East. Our visit to the Golan Heights Winery consisted of unending wine tasting and a huge party at a vineyard. I was dancing all night (and was honestly drunk) and this is when I met a bunch of locals in the so-called moshpit. Aside from my best friends and the Vibe Israel staff, this is my first real encounter with Israelis and my first impression? Theyโre so fcking cool.
The courtship
When attending Blogger trips, the hosting body is required to book you an outbound ticket as they are responsible for your safe departure from their country. On the day of the flight, they sent a car for me. I donโt remember what exactly happened but in my mind, itโs like this: I texted the Bloggers trip manager and said, โI am not taking the flight. I am going to stay and maximise my 90-day visa. Iโll see how it goes.โ
After that, all I can remember was finding an apartment in Tel Aviv. I joined Facebook groups. Like many European cities, Tel Avivโs trend is also the apartment hunting online. I was told it was really difficult to find one. It can take months. I guess I just got lucky annd Iโd like to believe the Universe was supporting my decision.
I found a posting from a French girl who was subletting her apartment. There were many comments on her post from interested subletters so I immediately sent her a message. It happened pretty fast โ the next thing I knew, she was asking to meet up and see the place. At the time, I was staying with a family in Moshav Mata, a town near Jerusalem.
That same day, I rushed to Tel Aviv to meet her. Being able to afford the rent when renting a place in Tel Aviv is not enough. Most of the time, you have to get a higher approval rating from your landlord. A French girl about my age, we instantly clicked. I paid the downpayment and she said, โitโs yours.โ
My apartment was right in the center of Tel Aviv, close to the major avenues like Allenby and Ben Gurion. It was also a quick 2-minute walk to the beach. The apartment was fully furnished. All I needed was my backpack, and that was it โ I was officially a Tel Avivian.
The vibrant Tel Aviv nightlife. More than NYC, I think TLV is truly a city that never sleeps / Photo by Matanya Tausig for Vibe IsraelI see you again, Tel Aviv. Memories of my first step in this city flashed before me. This time, I did not feel the bad juju. Maybe because one of the locals I met there was relentlessly pairing me up with her friend. I do say yes to blind dates all the time but I was coming from months of dating while living in Hong Kong. โThe 27 Clubโ was my theme in HK. You see, I was 27, just finished years of backpacking. It was a time of my life where I kept asking myself: what do I do next?
So what I did was date. I dated, dated, and dated. I went to blind dates every night. I was set up with friends of friends almost every week. I feel like living in Hong Kong was more of a manhunt and I just didnโt realise it.
Still, it never worked.
And now here I am, being asked to go on blind dates again. The only difference is, this is not Hong Kong but Tel Aviv. So, maybe, why not?
โYou know, both you and he have the same attitude. You both drink. You both smoke. You both dance a lot. You are both artists. Youโre both fun!!! Youโre going to like each other!!!โ My friend repeated this with a giggly excited voice. His name is Oren. Iโve only seen him on Facebook because I was forcefully converted into a stalker. But damn son, this Oren is top tier. As in f*cking good looking.
After the Bloggers trip, I ended up โdatingโ this guy. We went out all the time, we hang out a lot and have many days where we go out of a club at 11 am (from the night before, FYI). He and I were so alike and after just a few dates, we decided to be friends. You know those people who are f*cking beautiful but are not someone you feel like being romantically involved with? Thatโs me and him. We are still friends up until now and our story deserves to be written in another post. Although he is not the reason why I decided to stay in Tel Aviv, he is definitely the first person who has connected me with a lot of cool people who are now my friends forever. We went out as friends, more often with big groups. There were still in-between-flirtings because you know, he really is freaking attractive and we kinda got comfortable with each otherโs company. But time went by and we eventually stopped playing. It just happened naturally.
Then I dated some more. I donโt know what got into me. I thought I was sick of this? I thought I wanted a break?
There was a force drawing me into Israeli men and itโs not 100% sexual. Maybe 60% sexual but the rest of the 40% is how I was always on dates with men that had sense. My conversations with men on dates are usually boring. Iโm the one holding the fort to keep the show going but in Tel Aviv, they run the show. 3-year military service is mandatory for Israeli men (2 years for girls) and I think this is one of the reasons why I just felt there is so much independence resonating the way they are. Iโve also observed how they treat women as their equal. Iโve seen it from my guyย friends: how they are with their girlfriends, how they are with their girl friends, how they are with their sisters, their mothers, their girl cousins โ itโs quite impressive how Israeli women are treated with such respect. Most of them are even given the freedom and they donโt even have to ask. They just do their thing and the men donโt stop them from doing what they want.
In the first three months I was living in Tel Aviv, I have been on an estimate of 13 dates. Please donโt incorporate this with the unlucky number superstition. Most of my friends already did.
The Honeymoon
Julia and I working in a brewery in La Paz, Bolivia / June 2014I just did not date in Tel Aviv. I made meaningful friendships too. Let me tell you about Olivia, a Jewish French girl whom I met in Peru. I am actually closer to her older sister, Julia. She and I worked in a bar in Bolivia for 1.5 months and have shared the same room in that time period.
โMy sister lives there!โ
โWhat, Olivia???โ
โYes, you should get in touch!โ
I called Olivia and learned that her apartment is literally 60 steps from mine. She invited me for a drink at a bar near our street. Itโs called The Prince โ a rooftop bar where all the cool kids of Tel Aviv hang out. I immediately fell in love with โThe Princeโ especially when I saw their Street Fighter Arcade (90โs style) in the corner of the bar!
I remember Julia and Olivia being the exact opposite sisters so I donโt know if I will get along with her. I mean, I lived with Julia for a decent time and we did get along. But Olivia? I only briefly met her in Peru.
Oliviaโs apartment is always the pre-game venue.That drinking night was followed by daily night outs since we are just a few steps from each other. Olivia finishes her work shift at 23:00 and every night, Iโd drop by her workplace, waiting until she finishes her shift. I was infected by her energy. Sheโs a person with so much life Iโve never really seen anyone like it!
โGet a bike,โ she said.
โWhat???โ I replied.
โYou live here. Stop taking the bus, be a real Tel Avivian and get a bicycle.โ
It is true. Most of the nights we go out, Olivia goes out with her pink teenager bike (seriously a 13-year oldโs bike) all the time. It is her mode of transport. However, when sheโs with me, she has to park her bike somewhere and walk with me. Or walk with me rolling her bike. It perfectly made sense to get a bicycle. Everyone has them anyway. Plus, I will save money from taking the bus all the time.
So I did it. I got a bike. And from that, I felt the deeper meaning of moving to Tel Aviv. The bicycle was an indication that I really wanted to live there. That I just donโt want to cycle around the world moving from place to place. That I finally found โhomeโ.
Friday brunch regulars / [L-R] with Miri, Adva, Alyne and OmriThen thereโs Adva, our tour manager during the Vibe Israel tour. I always develop a close relationship with tour managers on blogger trips that I participate in but Adva was a special case. We are very different people but somehow managed to find a way to understand each other with no expectations. She was there when I needed someone to turn to. I can barge into her apartment without notice. She will always come when I am looking for someone to drink in the middle of the night. Adva and I always had time for each other. It was impossible for me not to see her at least once a week. With her, I only had to be myself. No drama. No judgment. No apologies. To date, it is on top of my genuine friendships list. My relationship with her is so deep I have to find time to write it in another post.
Bloggers like me are success stories for the work that Adva and Vibe Israel does. The reason why they are bringing bloggers in Israel is to put the word out there and eradicate Israelโs bad press without discussing politics. It was purely a tour for bloggers showcasing Israelโs great potential as one of the best tourist destinations in the world. As a result of their endeavour, I became a living proof of how the organizationโs work is taking effect. They invited me to a lot of events they hosted to share my story.
And this, lead me to connect to a lot of Israeli companies who were looking to follow Vibe Israelโs lead. Israel is not fond of bloggers. For them, blogs are like a โDear Diaryโ thing for a school project. They were not aware of the great effects of bloggers in boosting a countryโs tourism. Today, there are slowly educating themselves about this Internet trend. I was so happy to be part of the growth.
My main crew in IsraelI also became a part of another group who became my constant. Imagine a group of over 20 people who meet three times a week for drinks and chat, I had to split myself between them and Olivia. This is where I met Doron, a person who I never thought I will see myself spending the rest of my life with. Whatโs odd is that I spent every waking day swiping on Tinder but I found this steady date in a real-life meeting.[/vc_column_text][us_message]Before you continue reading the next part, read Everyone is getting married, having babies, and Iโm likeโฆ maybe me too? You can come back to this post after.[/us_message][vc_column_text]
The break-up
Doron and I lived in separate apartments and mind you, both are really expensive. I spent most of my days sleeping in his apartment that I almost abandoned my place. Where I came from, moving in means getting married and people always made a big deal about it. In Israel, because of the high cost of living, itโs simply a way to save on rent.
We moved into a bigger and better apartment south of Tel Aviv and I was really happy about it. Our friends always complained about how far the south is (but seriously, itโs just 20 minutes by bicycle) but I loved that area. Most of our friends live in the city center but didnโt have an abundance of space like ours. Not to mention itโs way cheaper for what it is. Itโs the best apartment I ever lived in! We slowly filled our home with furniture and fixings. I can never count the many instances we fought while shopping in Ikea but you know how this place turns couples into monsters. After years of growing up on the road, having that apartment was a moment of adulthood to me.
โYou are moving in with him? Youโre staying there for good? Is that even legal? How? When? For how long?โ
โI already moved. And I donโt know the answer to most of your questions, mum.โ
โOh my God, THIS CHILD! But okay.โ
I donโt think I have to know. When I want something, I really have to be next to it. Thatโs how I felt about Tel Aviv. I was craving for it, it was like a drug โ I have to have it. Ditching the original plan of traveling the whole Middle East (which I will still do but it will take time) made my whole community more confused about this so-called โscatteredโ life.
Do I have to know? I donโt have to know. Life is disorderly. Life does not respect the timeline we made for ourselves because times change and we should respond to that change.
No matter what we do, we trip, we cry while chopping onions, we get drunk, we fall off the bike from being drunk, we are stuck in traffic, we get into failed relationships, we fall in love over and over again, yet we end up being okay and at peace. We might not admit it consciously but we know there are a lot of things about life we cannot control.
I am not going to control my life. Itโs tedious. Itโs a lot of work. I donโt have to know. I like going after something I have strong feelings for and this is one of those unexplainably strong feelings โ Tel Aviv. I really donโt have to know. Life is happening right now. Tomorrow is another day. Seriously, I donโt want to know.
Filipino passport holders like me can stay in Israel up to 90 days. Every 75th day, I go out. We go out. We travel somewhere for a month to renew my visa. For the one year I was living there, we already had vacations in Morocco and Sri Lanka. On the third visa-run, we went to the Maldives.
I do not have daydreams about my wedding. Coming from a single-mom household where weddings are not a big deal, girls like me and my sister didnโt grow up picturing ourselves in long white dresses.
But I did imagine myself being proposed to, only because I kept wondering how do you react to these things. Iโve seen my friendsโ proposal videos on Facebook and I am not sure if these are orchestrated. I mean seriously, what do you say when a guy kneels in front of you, holding a ring?
I guess youโll never really know until you get there. I said yes. I said yes because I felt it was the right time and person. I didnโt think about the reasons I would say yes. I just said yes because he is someone who will take the bitch, the lover and the child in me โ a factor that most of my relationships in the past failed to follow through. With him, I strongly identify with my individuality. Us as a couple is just secondary.
We were so excited to go home and tell all our friends about our engagement. To our surprise, the immigration in Ben Gurion Airport told me I am not allowed to go in. A fast forward projector screen flashed before me: what about our apartment? Our Motke? All the furniture we bought?
We were both at the holding room at the airport blankly staring at each other. None of us knew how to respond to this. I did not violate any visa regulations in Israel as I always fly out 20 days before my 90-days visa expires. He insisted this to the immigration officer. He even showed my interview in a big Israeli newspaper and all the things I did for Israelโs Tourism. They didnโt care. They were asking for me to give 15,000 NIS (about $5,000 USD) as a security deposit. They said I will get the money if when I go out of the country. But seriously, who has this cash on hand? I donโt even have that in the bank!
I was already kind of passing out but eventually, the immigration officer made Doron sign some paperwork and I was given a 10-day visa. I never asked how he was able to pull this off. All I was thinking was I can never exceed this 10-day visa. I will be banned in Israel for life if I violate this regulation.
Which meant we had 10 days to decide our next step: 10 days to decide for our lives.
On the way to our apartment, we both sat quietly in the taxi. I spent most of my formative years on the road and the pack and go life was never new to me. I can program myself to leave a place right away if I have to and if I want to. But this one is different. I look at Doron and I knew him enough to know he is silently processing all these. Will we separate? Will we move someplace else? How about our dog?
In those 10 days, we went to the Ministry of Interior to obtain a visa for me. They asked for all our friends and family in Israel to write a letter about how they knew us and how they witnessed our relationship. Itโs probably some kind of proof to see our relationship is real. I read all the letters our friends wrote and man, they did write beautifully. I never thought people saw us like this as a couple.
We tried so hard but nothing happened. Itโs as if no one in this office wanted to help us solve this problem. The 10-day mark is drawing to a close. I donโt know why we started packing the house but it was an unspoken agreement that we move to the Philippines. He didnโt even budge. We did not have the time to discuss it. We just packed, left, and took our dog to the Philippines. It was financially draining especially if you are traveling with a 40 kg dog but what can we do? We asked one of the lawyers and said we can still process the papers even if weโre outside of Israel.
Saying goodbye to friends.Our family and friends supported the move. The day before we left, we had a party. I love it when people come together and drink for something big. But what I didnโt realise was how tedious it was to explain to everyone why we were leaving. It became repetitive. But we had our hopes up. We were not sad to leave because we know in our hearts that we will be back very soon.
So we left. My country is beautiful but I am not a fan of living in the Philippines. I always found myself the odd one out. Iโve outgrown the culture and have matured to be a citizen of the world. I was traumatized with the drama, with the gossip, with making small things a big deal. Believe me, the drama was so real it became tiring. It was never a life I imagined myself living in.
With this, we went out of the Philippines a lot. Israelis are only allowed to stay in the country for 59 days so you can imagine how much visa-runs we did for Doron. We finished almost all Asian countries in this time period. While weโre at it, we processed the paperwork needed for us to go back to Israel. We spent a lot of money sending documents here and there, traveling to Manila to go to the Embassy, bothering our family in Israel to go to the Ministry of Interior.
It never worked. We spent a whole year trying to go back to Israel and dealing with so much drama in the Philippines. Personally, it made me tired. I have stopped my life for a long time and have endured living somewhere I donโt like only because I need to process these papers.
I donโt want to mix religion and politics in this situation but I already came to the conclusion that my non-Jewishness is a big factor in moving back to Israel. Theyโre just not saying it. We submitted everything they asked us to. We sent all the paperwork required by the government. I did not violate any visa rules and have respected the Israeli laws.
If I convert to Judaism, of course, it will give me the edge to live in Israel. I can go back through Aliyah. I wonโt even need to be married to Doron for that because in Israel, being a Jew is a birthright. You are allowed to live in Israel with your Jewishness even if youโve never visited the country before. I was already on the verge of converting and have consulted a few rabbis in the Philippines. However, I thought, I donโt want to do this just because we are having a hard time to go back to Israel. In fact, I donโt want to do this at all. I canโt believe I even considered this!
I woke up one day hating Israel for putting me in this very unhappy situation. The hate was too strong I had to process it out loud with the help of psychology experts. I realised I need to pay attention to my mental, emotional and spiritual needs otherwise I will go into depression.
Our dreams were put on hold. We lived in a country we both didnโt like and it led us to a string of fights we never had when we were living in Tel Aviv. Every day, we despised each other for keeping ourselves somewhere we didnโt want just because we are trying to fix the paperwork.
Doron and I decided itโs best for us to leave the Philippines and focus on our careers first. Of course, this made people gossip and again, I donโt have the time to explain this. I stopped caring about movinng back to Israel. The most important thing for me is Doron and I agreed that our individuality, at this time, is more important than anything else.
We yielded. He got a job in Israel and I started a new video project in Southeast Asia. For many, we were separating just because of the visa issues but for us, we were happily supporting each other pursue our individual endeavors. We lost ourselves in this process. We deteriorated and have limited ourselves to the best of our abilities. We are only 31 and have spent a year and a half trying to settle down somewhere that doesnโt agree with our religious and cultural differences. For me, I am very lucky to have someone like him who will support everything I want to do in life even if he wonโt be part of it. As much as it hurts for us not to be a part of each otherโs new path, we both agreed to be there for each other. The magic of my relationship with Doron is that we were always good friends first. Nothing can break a romantic relationship built on a genuine friendship.
I read a lot of failures of cross-cultural relationships and I donโt really want to say we have given up just because of our different cultural practices. I am saying I am putting it on hold until I find the time and energy for it. If you are someone who can relate to this, I tell you one thing: try.
There is no law in this world, not even in any religious scriptures that tell us we can only love those who we share the same religious beliefs with. No one has the right to tell us who to love. That made me understand why my overwhelming love for Israel turned into hate. Its practically telling me that I donโt belong because of my religion. I refuse to give in to that coercion.
As youโve seen in my time all over the Middle East, I respect religious beliefs. The only thing I donโt agree with is when religion is imposed on me.
Iโm moving on, Israel. All the pain that you inflicted on me were already processed, discussed and accepted. Thank you for the love you have given me and for the joy you brought into my life. There is not a single bit of regret I feel on what happened to us because it made me realise a lot of things about adulthood, about love, about maturity, about taking care of my well-being, about being around friends and family and most especially, about the concept of โhome.โ
I hope that one day, we will both understand what went wrong with us.[/vc_column_text][us_message color=โgreenโ]This journal entry is raw and was never edited. If you see any typo and/or grammatical errors, contact the author! Sheโs really bad in editing her own words. Your help will mean a lot to her!
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A very beautiful story! I felt like I was reading a book that I donโt want to put until Iโm finished. Reading this made me late for work! Hahaha I am your silent fan. Love you & stay safe all the time xx
Wow, thank you so much Tita Beng!
I feel you, with regards to the very strict visa regulations in Israel. Good luck on your new endeavor.
Wow Trisha, What a fascinating story with lots of intriguing twists and turns. I felt I was read a novel that let me hooked with the roller coaster occurences and eventful situation. Your sense of adventure about life , maturity, wisdom and openness undoubtedly keeps your spirit alive and I believe you will eventually overcome the disappointment that Tel Aviv didn’t work out.
This is why I used to say I’d never want to date Israeli men. But I found myself inlove with one.
I didn’t realize that this is the problem that’s been stopping you from coming back in Israel. How about the friendship/fiancรฉ visa? Have you tried that?
My tears fell Trisha and I kid you not. Had adulthood not called the Filipino way, I would have lived in South America and on my way to Africa now. I know you’ll not say that it is not because of you why I have done things in my life and I look at things from a different perspective now. It is because I saw in you that it is possible. The Universe got my back. I have launched my website and though blogging is trying to kill me while working double and tripple time because my Filipino family hasn’t gotten rid of their financial dependency, I am willing to make it succeed like you did. I am a fan. Will alwayss be a fan. Hongkong to you is Malaysia to me. Israel to you is Germany to me. I don’t where I will be next but wherever that will be, I still will check your blog especially if I feel like giving up on mine.
Love.
I’m with you, I believe that religion should not a hindrance to love another.
What a story.. Gosh! I went though this Rollercoaster of emotions just reading it. Most things happen for a reason and one does not know why till it is meant to tell you why. Am sure you will figure why later. For now, stay safe!
Some countries are more religious than others. We haven’t been to Israel but suppose that it is very religious. So as a not-religious woman it must have been hard to live there…
This is very beautiful! Please, keep us updated for the part 2 and part 3 of this story! I love how you protect the identity of Doron. I do hope one day you and him will stay together and forever.
Such a good story to read but religion shouldnt get in the way of a relationship especailly in this day of age. Hope it goes well in the next chapter of your adventure.
You’ve had some trying times on the way to and in Israel, from losing your luggage to your friend collapsing. But I’m glad you managed to keep going with your travel. 13 dates in Tel-Aviv – That’s impressive. Although I’m aware of the situation in the middle east, I didn’t know that if you have an Israeli stamp on your passport, some countries would deny you entry even if you’re a tourist!
A lot happened in Israel! Looking back one day, this will become an experience that made you stronger and defined you in unimaginable ways. Support of family and friends is so critical, isn’t it?
First of all, I really want to give you the biggest tightest hug, Trisha!
Have met and knowing you even for a very short time during the Trips of Wonders Trip, Iโve always admire your bubbly personality. Youโve been really strong processing all these mishaps, I donโt think I would be able to do that if I were in your shoes. Iโve been feeling depress too since my Dad passed away last month. His sudden death shook my world. Reading your story made me realize that there are indeed a lot of things about life we cannot control. Letโs hope better days ahead for both of us :*
What a beautiful story and amazing experience you had in Israel but very sad ending. Maybe Israel is not yet the perfect place to call your home for this time, but never stop exploring thereโs always a place we see and experience that makes us feel at HOME!
Wow. What a messed up story, but so beautiful written. I can see why you don’t want to go back to Israel
What a beautiful story that’s full of vibrant and intriguing experiences! I plan to go to Israel on my 30th birthday this May – as a Christian – I wanted to make it my Spiritual Journey. I think I have met 60% of nationalities all over the world but none of them is a Jew that I remember. I have friends who stayed in Israel for 6-7 years and they’ve got a lot of dating and travelling stories like you – good thing I’m married with two kids but it won’t stop me to have a trip to Israel and say bye bye for years from the Middle East. HUHU.
Hello Trisha,
Funny how I have come across your blog 2x. Once, 4years ago when I was dating an Argentine (blog was about you dating an Argentine) and then now, when I am dating an Israeli (blog about dating an Israeli- lol). I admire your courage to travel the world. I have visited 41 countries so far but I canโt really stay as long as I wanted to in a country like you do because I have 2kids. I need to stay in one place for them, a nest, with short vacations here and there. Itโs cool. I cannot really complain. I am from Manila and recently migrated to Toronto, where I met this Israeli guy. (I was taking my first Masteral in Sweden, where the Argentine was a classmate, but not really important now). I just wanted to thank you for the insight and the inspiration. I hope you get another chance at love and that you continue to be a kindred spirit who serves as proof that women can become what they want to become, if they put their heart and mind to it.
I am keen on following your blog, you speak so much sense and the way you write is so relatable. Hmmm.. or perhaps when we share another dating experience with a guy from another background, Iโd come across your blog again? ๐
Xoxo,
Jewel
Hi Trisha, I’ve been following your and Doron’s creative endeavours and travels for a while now (my sister and I once rented Doron’s fabulous Jaffa loft when we were in town). So sad to read you experienced the red tape. I’m sure you will both do great with your new adventures but I secretly hope your personal and professional paths will cross each other again, soon!
Yan pa naman itatanong ko sa iyo, Trisha. If they accept mixed religion marriages and this blog answered that. One thing I admired about you is that, even if you’re a non-practicing Catholic, you still didn’t yield to convert to Judaism. Kudos to that! Gusto ko pa naman sana itry ung lifestyle ng Tel Aviv, inspired by your blogs about it before. At saka ang gaganda ng mga Jewish women. I have no problems converting to Judaism since un naman ang religion ni Jesus Christ. Ang ayoko lang sa kanila is they deny Jesus as their Messiah and the Messiah that they’re waiting for is the Biblical Antichrist. Even in the Philippines, you’ll encounter the same “magpaconvert ka muna” dilemma, especially with INC. Mas gugustuhin ko nang magpaconvert sa Judio kesa sa INC. At saka parehas tayo ng pananaw na wala akong paki sa religion or cultural differences. I’m an existentialist and I don’t mind. Kaso if the girl is insistent, what can I do? Even if it’s a non-issue to me. I had gf’s na Born Again, but I respect their religion, basta wag lang nila akong pilitin na sumama sa Church service nila. Di na nga ako nagsisimba sa Catholic, tapos aattend pa ako sa iba. Nacucurious lang ako sa party lifestyle ng Tel Aviv, and I’m an investor as well, in the tech space, parang mala Silicon Valley ang Tel Aviv kasi madami ding tech startups jan. At saka magaganda talaga mga lahi ng Judio, kaya nga maganda si Mama Mary. Kaya lang nalungkot naman ako sa kwinento mo. I still hope na makakavisit ako sa Tel Aviv someday. And sana malibot ko parents ko sa Israel especially Tatay ko kasi dream come true niya un, kasi sobrang religious niya. Like all old people in the Philippines. Un lang po.
You probably weren’t kicked out because of you “unjewishness.” Immigration probably caught on with your modus – that you’re maximising your 90-day visa and returning, taking advantage of an immigration loophole. Technically you didn’t break any visa laws but you abused the system. If you wanted to stay you should should’ve applied for a proper residency visa and stop cheating. That’s why you’re not getting approved for visas for countries you want to visit.
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Great post! It was like reading things that i could feel some relation too as if it was like a prediction of what could come. I’ve visited Tel Aviv twice in the past year, the first trip being with a group of girls on a hen party having the time of our lives and loving everything Tel Aviv had to offer us. It was on a night out with the girls that I met a guy (in a club as you do) had a fun night, but what I didn’t expect was to then return 6 months later, spontaneously booking a trip solo, and staying with that guy that I had only got to meet briefly in the club 6 months prior. I was quite frankly getting fed up of my daily life in London and my tiring commute and I needed that escape to recharge and quite simply have fun and party. We kept in touch sending the odd messages here and there from our first meet 6 months earlier, and he knew of me craving to want to come back to Tel Aviv at some point, but I guess when I sounded serious and sent him a message out of the blue for advice on where I could stay last min (I flew out a week later) he straight away said I can stay with him and we can do things together. He took control of the situation, was so sweet and sincere, and rather than stay in an air bnb which is what I was intending to do, I stayed 5 days with him and his family at their home. His family are amazing, they showed such wonderful hospitality, which is something I noticed with everyone I encountered in Tel aviv, but really I thought it was amazing that I stayed in their home, as a stranger, and even had a traditional Friday dinner with them. I had the most amazing 5 days with this guy who was born and raised in Tel Aviv, but I also felt so much sadness when I was about to leave because I had so much fun, having a glimpse of his lifestyle, the partying- its exactly why I wanted to come back to Tel Aviv in the first place, but the connection i had with this guy left an impression on me. Even after the first time I met him in a club briefly, I had a feeling I can’t describe ( and trust me I have had a lot of holiday romances and flings) but after spending 5 days with him this time round and getting on so way, better that I could of ever imagined, it felt so hard to go back to a city that I so want to get away from. Like you- I feel like I’ve out grown my home city, and my life style in London and I am in need of that change and desire to live abroad, somewhere warm for sure! I am contemplating a couple destinations but I would love to go to Tel Aviv, but after reading your blog it highlights what I am already aware of, it’s not easy to get a working visa and residency to stay (I would want to work whilst I am there to have money). I do hope to go back, ideally soon and again see that guy and have a care free time, partying and enjoying each others company, and to try and not fall for a guy that I can see my self wanting to know more and more but he is the main reason I would want to go back. After reading your blog, I was wondering why you never got married, as that would of made your lives easier to stay in one place together? Or did you think to get sponsored by a company for work at any point? It was nice to stumble across your blog! x
the philippines is not a ‘hardcore catholic country’. hindi pagmamay-ari ng katoliko ang buong pilipinas
‘I obligate myself to write Roman Catholic in every government forms I am asked to fill out’ – well don’t. governments are not the clearinghouse of religion, so even if you change religions from one form to the next, they have no right to question you for it. no religious test for the exercise of civil or political rights, remember?
but with roman catholicism, they would find all manner of excuse to claim you. they’re even trying to claim the entire philippines. they will have more of a claim on you if you’ve completed more of their so-called sacraments (esp. baptism, first communion, and confirmation, because those are essentially initiation rites)
‘even though I have no idea why are we asked to provide our religion in these kinds of forms’ – exactly. as if naman you’d be treated differently depending on religion. just another manifestation of religion’s pang-eepal
‘Imagine growing up in a devoted Catholic country where everyoneโs lives are driven by religion’ – nope. not me
‘I donโt want to mix religion and politics in this situation’ – yes. but unfortunately, the state of israel mixes them for you and everyone