Yom Kippur

Wednesday night I attended Yom Kippur service at a small synagogue in the center. Jewish festivals here are kind of dangerous with the Anti-Semitism, so there were lots of police around the synagogue. Just to get in, I had to answer a series of questions about Judaism, including my Bar Miztvah, what holiday we were celebrating, why I was in Argentina, what street I was living on...basically they just confirmed I wasn´t a terrorist and I actually knew something about the city and the religion. Then I had to show my passport. Once inside...I politely stood at the back of the synagogue for a bit to get aclimated. Everyone was looking at me, and I guessed it was because of my natural beauty and presence, right? WRONG. I kinda forgot that most synagogues are separated between men and women...it turns out I spent 10 minutes standing in the women´s section. Hurray for me. So when I finally figured that out and moved to the mens section things settled down. The ceremony itself was interesting, but uneventful. They didn´t have instruments or even tone. It was more wailing and shouting than singing, but I recognized a lot of stuff anyways. Thats pretty much all that happened. The ceremony went on for a while, ended, and I went home. Im glad I got to see that though. It was definetly a new experience.