My brother and I stayed an extra two days after the trip and hung out in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. We left just as the proverbial shit was starting to hit the fan. A very weird feeling took me over as I watched the news on the rocket attacks in the North from a shwarma stand on the beach in Tel Aviv: I didn't want to leave Israel. I wanted to stay...even though I knew I was coming back for school in three weeks.
I'll have more ramblings about why I feel the way I feel. But for now, here are some pictures of the trip.
The gang in Jerusalem
Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. I need all of you, to stop what you're doing and listen. Cannonball!!... in Ein Gedi
Wearing Bonaroo's shades on Masada
On top of Masada at 5 a.m., sweating, disgusting, exhausted, and smelly.
On top of Masada at 5 a.m., sweating, disgusting, exhausted, and smelly.
Ariel throwing up on our first hike in the Galilee
Wine is goooood
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What?! Where's the love for the Chuck Wagon, man?!
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