Caracas, Venezuela
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Hola ! ¿Cómo estás?
That means “Hi! How are you?” in Spanish, the language we speak in Caracas, Venezuela!
Venezuela is a very beautiful place. Caracas, the capital is a very large city,
almost half the size of New York. Rising behind the city is the Avila Mountain, which is more than a mile high. And on the other side of Caracas, just half an hour away, is the beautiful Caribbean Sea.
Tzivos Hashem in Caracas is very important to all of us. Before every holiday, there are big rallies, and hundreds of children come. We do all the interesting Jewish workshops, like making olive oil for Chanukah, baking Matzot for Pesach, and challot for Shabbat. Before Rosh Hashana we made shofars. And before Shavuot we learned how to make a quill pen and parchment (klaf), like for a Sefer Torah. We even got to write a letter by ourselves!
The summer time is especially fun, because we get to go on lots of hikes and outings in the many big and beautiful parks in Caracas.
Many people who come to Venezuela want to see the incredible Angel Falls, the highest waterfall in the world. They are so high that it looks like the water is coming from Heaven.
We learned in Tzivos Hashem that this is like Torah which really does come from Heaven, like water that comes from a high place to a low place, all the way down to us on earth, for us to learn it and do its holy Mitzvot.
Well, bye now. Adiós. Have a happy summer, from Tzivos Hashem of Caracas, Venezuela.

south america chabad We just read "fron the field" Caracus, Venezuela,, My aunt is from there and my parents stayed at the Hotel Avila and my dad went to shul right next door and met a Rabbi from Forest Hills, NY right next door and another Rabbi from CrownHeights and his two sons,, He's name we think is Rabbi Rapart, or close to it. He invited my parents and my grandmother and aunt for Shabbos lunch and as some Yeshiva boys came to study one of them was from Texas who's father ordered sforim for his shul from a store in Chicago where my mother worked.
Little did they know then that my parents would make another trip to South America to Columbia to adopt me and have dinner at the Chabad in Bogata... !!!
Wow...awesome story Anonymous!