I’ve been in Israel for nearly three weeks now and still every time someone speaks to me in Hebrew I’m like a deer in headlights. I stare at them looking like a helpless child who might burst into tears at any moment. Only recently have I been able to at least blurt out “Anee lo madaber Ivreet†– I don’t speak Hebrew. Then they either speak to me in English or we break out into an animated game of charades. Continue reading “Through the Eyes of a Child: Reflections on Learning Hebrew”