As a little detour from all the Jesus, we wanted to visit the center of Kabbalist learning. There is a reason it thrives here: trying to navigate the town is a total mystery. We should have brought a tour guide. Or Madonna.
I called God "stinky."
As a little detour from all the Jesus, we wanted to visit the center of Kabbalist learning. There is a reason it thrives here: trying to navigate the town is a total mystery. We should have brought a tour guide. Or Madonna.
For a country that has only had sixty years to get its act together, Israeli has done a damn fine job with things like roads and street signs. Plus the convenience stores are a hoot!
In America, we eat lattkes for Hanukkah, but in Israel they eat jelly donuts. I am considering moving here permanently, or at least coming back every year for Hanukkah.
For the folks on this flight, the attitude seems to be, “who gives a damn?” Not that anyone has set out to be offensive, but everyone is living out loud on this plane. Somehow this 777 has been transformed to a cross between street life in Haifa and the tour bus to Nazareth.