Dealing with the Israeli post in many ways reminds me of the US–long lines, slow service. Except there are a few differences. First, our local post office has out sourced package delivery to a local ICE CREAM shop. Yes, instead of getting packages at the post office, they are available in a closet at an ice cream shop.
Also, in case the postal delivery man sees you, he or she will often ask if you can deliver a package to a neighbor in your building (assuming it’s not at the ice cream shop). My mom sent me a package that took about 2 months to arrive. I went to the post office to find out where it was. After awhile, I was told, “it’s in Israel but we don’t know where.” To make a long story short, I retrieved it (wet and soggy) at the local customs office after visiting 6 lines (3 the same ones, twice). So, please don’t send me anything, nor expect me to mail anything to you!
May 2016: An update to this poist: I recently received another package that was available for pick up at a nearby cell phone store. Ironically, though I received a note about the package at the cell store a few days ago, it actually hasn’t arrived yet.