I am blogging for the MASA Israel Experience, and thought I might as well keep all of you in the know also.
I don't want you to get scared by the title of this blog. Just because
I am legal doesn't mean I'm binge drinking, yakking on the sticky upholstery of some skeevy israeli man's couch. In fact, you'll be surprised. It's after Shabbos, a Saturday night and I'm sitting on my roommate's sandy bed. It is sandy because we went to the beach after lunch today, which was sponsored by a local schul. We are only a ten minute walk from the Mediterranean, which is a shimmering azure and feels like a bath. Except there are no speedo-sporting, tan, post-army israeli men in my bathtub. I was so thrilled to be swimming in something clearer than the raw sewage of Long Island Sound. It was so beautiful, spiritual, invigorating, scintillating. At moments, I felt like a cherub eating cloud muffins in heaven. I love the beach.
So. I know I have a ton to catch up on. So much has happened this past week, that I am going to save your eyes a searing staring contest with the computer screen and just abbreviate the beginning of this amazing experience. In a little bit. I have to defecate now.
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