I got back home, and it feels like I’m continuing from the same point I left. Some things have changed, obviously, but everything from abroad, and that reality, seems so far away. More like a dream that the morning light, with each new ray coming in, is threating to be forgotten, and the day is waiting to be started, with no special attention to what happened at night time.
I want to write my last post. It’s been only a month and a half since the last one, but so many experiences happened in my life. The last time was in Costa Rica, while staying with one of the families I've learned to love the most during the trip, the generous Campus Putterman. I left my new older sister, kind Keren, Enrique, who took me to the airport. At sunrise my tears fell softly on the carpet in the terminal when I'm digesting that Central America and everything it meant for me is over, and a new chapter is about to begin for me.
my mother was born in Uruguay. She grew up there until the age 18 when she immigrated to Israel. I’ve never been in her childhood country, so I asked her to join me to my journey in South America and to show me where and what.
I got on a plane, one connection and twelve hours later (+3 hours because of changes in hours) I got to the reception hall at the airport in Montevideo, and a reception was waiting for me: my mother – with a new haircut – and my sister, came up to me with a hug. I was excited for this moment quite a while, after half a year did not seeing the faces of any of them. I arrived at night time, and that had two implications: the view from the plane was the most beautiful I've seen, the outline of the Uruguay line is determined solely by orange glitters, jet black and everything else.
The second consequence was, we were a bit tired, and with this girls of my family usually say it might be a powder keg at the puddle of oil. Just have something stupid happen for an atomic explosion.
We reached the hotel by taxi, it was time for dinner tonight. I had been eating in the past three months pretty much just beans and rice, so imagine what it was for me to eat yellow fat cheese and quince jelly on a bed of fat cracker. A deep illumination came up to me and I asked my mother: "Mom,
I'm going to get fat here, right? "
Not just say that. One of the things my mother always said her longing for her homeland to was the tastes of childhood.
Was a bit strange to see tall buildings.
We went there first in his diary a local fair of clothes and other Shmateas. Pleasantly surprised me with Uruguay's textile quality, When I touched each and every shirt I passed by and was shocked from the density and how soft the cloth was.
Mother's childhood taste # 2: A popular local restaurant chain. I ate Faina – a chickpea flour bread oven stones and probably shed into the amounts of oil that helped him fry there, then it goes really, really good. For dessert we ate CHAJA, dessert Mom said we must take. So we ordered it, and came to a cube of meringue and cream ticking – sickening. Each of us took a teaspoon of it, shuddered, took a second spoon to make sure whether something so we recommend can be so disgusting. The answer is yes. And it turns out? My mother never ever liked it! Everyone always loved it so she thought it was some deal that has the skills to understand.
That day we began discovering the Latin side of the family – son of my mother's uncle, his wife and two granddaughters (my age). They brought me to meet a childhood taste # 3 – BISCOCHES, generic name for snacks such as fresh bakery crescent (MEDIA LUNES) sweetened or not sweetened (but in any case rich with butter), chocolate pockets stuffed with dulce de leche, and small pieces of heaven that were made of dough, vanilla cream and strawberry on top.
Childhood taste # 4 – dulce de leche. We bought at the supermarket tank. With a cracker, with cheese, with a spoon, When no choice remains, with the finger.
Apparently it was a military dictatorship is not that pleasant country until recently. A lot of people were arrested, tortured and disappeared at the time. On one of these prisons up a huge shopping mall. Since the previous failure in preserving the national memory decided to do better the second prison museum. Reminded me a bit of the country, both here and doing exhibitions in various arenas such unsympathetic. But it has the effect of this in the arts. Two works spoke to me in particular. One – this link.
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II – in one of the cells were sentences on all the walls in an orderly fashion, and everyone was "what is better – … \ ….?" One after another. Live or die, leave or miss, starve or a week, to listen or speak. Just lots of possibilities. Some were not at all simple questions.
Single processor equally important issue: the meat. Although I am vegetarian but I could not see the love of my mother and my sister South American flavor violations, which have plenty of room to grow and reproduce naturally, so the meat could just say, organic.
Another practice was hard getting used to – every time you meet any one give a kiss on the cheek and shake his hand. Obviously I saw it on TV argentinian, but that does not make it into something easy to get used to it.
Funny habit of Haoroagovim – Mata. Cup containing a mixture of leaves a bitter which hot water poured from a thermos flask, each time the amount of drink, and drink through a straw and metal should not move and mix with it. Sounds a bit sloppy, no? Their appearance could care less, because they walk around with their bags Mata, state of the art equipped, any place. Street people go with the glass in one hand, an old second hand thermos thermos and the rest on the shoulder. Does not matter really hot there now.
One of the Arabs went to see tango. Thanks to a thorough search of my mother, we were able to find a local show – we got the market covered chairs and tables set U-shape its central space. Until the show started was an old woman danced her cute small steps in the music of waiting. Natural stage resulting arrangement chairs, stood and sang two singers (one of which is Stella Maris, straight from Haifa), sometimes together and sometimes separately. Christina Ochritian except them dancing the tango, the dance .. I just have no words for its beauty and power.
Big sister hobby of knitting wool. And yes, we went to visit the factory MALBRIGO – Factory Marino wool hand-painting and market it to the public. Marino wool is apparently softest wool that amazing, and sold cheaply Mmmmmmmsh this factory. My sister left with two and a half pounds of wool. That day we had more programs and Hacnu bit my sister to finish the purchase. For the next three days my sister felt she did not miss more wool bought, so when we returned to the city three days later we moved again and bought another two factory and a half pounds.
Where was important enough to get us before we leave the capital was my mother's house. Once a wealthy and beautiful neighborhood, now .. Has been a little less. Visible signs of erosion time non manicured environment. There are holes in the asphalt road that reveal the red brick of which is complex. We parked the car when Mother tells of building his side we parked that her father built, brick by brick. Today there is a sign of AGFA, those of camera equipment. We asked the secretary to do business in rotation, because my mother grew up there, and the structure remained almost identical. She went to ask the boss, and he sent her to ask my mother's family name. Ping pong back and answered him and he confirmed she had locked up.
Man received us is the son of the man who bought the property from my grandfather, who as a young man began working with his father, so he also knew his grandfather.The reception was granted very surprised that the property is still in the same hands. Of course, this was open to stories, and many others had about how Grandpa was running the business. I never met my grandfather, who died very young – not yet my mother's wedding. We received a tour of the house and the area was once my grandfather's carpentry shop, the garden where she played Mother, Mother told us about the neighbors, and the antics she and her sister were doing to my grandmother.
After this intensive roots campaign went to PUNTA DEL ESTA, the resort city of Uruguay, who claim that half of the year which is the main population at all Brazilians Argentines. We stayed in a person who did it with my mother and father of my sister's partner today.
The same city I met another family vacation, this time the son of my mother's cousin.Last name of my grandfather's family and his family. The grandfather (and family at all) I discovered that he had golden hands. Then, when we get home, home will smell the smell of his grandfather – my mother's uncle. According to my mother's cousin, it's because using the same tree. It also says to me, so I like grandpa.
One day we went to a place called CABO POLONIA, a fishing village that has a lighthouse. Conservation village life and a form structures have not changed for decades – the only power line going through the area and connects only lighthouse in order to illuminate the sea. Pristine place full Vstlnim Bucket so. Atlantic water is very cold there, that's for sure. I did not dare put my feet more.
Lighthouse – is white and graceful on a hill above the waterline, right at the edge of the continent, romantic as the stories and legends. I remembered the book Nine Princes Corwin Lambert. We climbed to the top of his porch lamp – heart rate project – a serious lung, and the landscape was something rare and amazing.
LOBO voice roared below us MARINOS – a type of sea lions. Of course when we were on safe ground we went to them and watched them closely – their huge bunch sitting in the sun sunbathing, from time to time the waves wash them, occasionally one of them wakes contentious with one another, jumping from rock to rock, roar (perhaps barking is a more accurate word?) But mostly resting.
All that day we were on the coastline of the Atlantic and passed such small towns. One notable is its legendary LA PALOMA, which also has a lighthouse (the only time I my flight). I saw my mother and sister from above sitting on the beach, and sunset was spectacular.
On the way back we ran into last adventure when we have a flat tire. If we were at the gas station. So the matter was resolved without much interest. Other shows appeared warmed my heart when we were at a red light, next to us was a car with trunk open. We woke them about it and they said it was okay, their dog there. ?!?!?! Mrazour turned green, they accelerated a bit in front of us, and we saw that indeed it is! They travel with an open trunk and inside there is a dog comes to the car!
We returned to the capital for one day. While we tend in the city I see a really big queue.So big that it surrounds an entire block. We have expressed curiosity to talk Then Mother turned our attention that this was the National Bank of Aoroagoawi. The economic situation there so severe that people began to pull their money from the banks for fear of losing everything. I witnessed with my own eyes in inducing economic fall came fulfilling.
We saw the Hall of Parliament – PALACIO LEGISLATIVO. Magnificent palace and amazing amount of work and money were denounced him. The place was closed throughout the dictatorship.
At noon we ate tasted Girls # 5 – sandwiches from my mother was eating it when she was small. It gives a completely different Perspakittibah 75 years the number of sandwiches inherent to all of the business bulletin.
Lie exposed – I do not find it somewhere else or more cheaply or later, there will be another time to buy the same or photograph the thing. Only once has one time doing the things I want, no need to consider so many schedule and budget, that's how many moments and moments of miss survivor of the moment and place.
Lie was exposed # 2 – They did not photograph and send me the pictures by email. It's time to start filming just with my camera and rely only on it.
We decided to go to Argentina and Uruguay. Because the river between the two countries separated by the world's most wide – RIO DE LA PLATA, we harbor ferries leave from Argentina from Uruguay. We passed on our way out of town at 8:30 AM at a nightclub, people gathered around still. Some girls tried to stop taxis Achsshiaarn wild makeup smeared after a night of fun. It turns out the night life of South America begin very late.
This week with mother and sister was hard. It's hard not to decide all by myself and myself, to be with people all the time, do not pass Hostel hostel and constantly renew the people around, I have no young to run around and out.
When we got to Buenos Aires mother rented an apartment downtown for us. I left almost immediately when we got a little trip busiest streets of the capital. And everything that I missed him there. I own Kuwait myself, wrong action, learning and decides, walk down the street full of people is also extremely touristy pedestrian, full of small traders on the floor, the dreadlocks working on macrame bracelets and chains and local handicrafts ARTESANIA (or Chinese) in abundance. Men once again confess their love eternal to me (HOLA MI AMOR!!), Reaching the goal, roaming in some stores I want ….. Scent of independence.
My mood improved dramatically after these thirty minutes by myself.
When I returned to the apartment we decided to go to the concert free paper appears in some church. There were about 15 old and we waited with them to open the gates and soon began to sing controlled Mulltat choir conductor, this wonderful homogeneity they create something so big and beautiful, made so clear in any one of them.
The church itself was warm and homey, with a floor and a ceiling made of wood.
Meanwhile, wandering thoughts skip from one idea to another for employment, work, or study later in my life. I'm all confused, do I
Some village
Or part of the global?
Hostel management somewhere? Psychology? Teaching? Art? Country or abroad? Jews or international?
What field I do not want to be lazy?
What occupation would make me happy to get up in the morning?
School subject choice in life is certain social circles, and occupational therapists.
Buenos Aires we went to my mother and I one day the great monuments – the president, regional Cathedral Square, May obelisk. Red House, it is the president, apparently designed with good taste in the past but it seems that is not maintained at all. Sad to see Argentina poor public institution even the most high government appeared to be in an old train station. May was a tent in the square – a demonstration of warriors who insist on recognition of their disability, caused them to fight. Sound familiar anyone? Ever Square were the mothers of Square May – A group of women who demanded an investigation to tell their sons not disappeared during the dictatorship. Many people disappeared places the previous regime.
Besides, is there someone sitting at a table, which neatly arranged plastic tubes filled with corn kernels over each other. Every one of those is selling one peso to passers-by will feed pigeons. Nothing to say, one of the significant experiences of my favorite trip.Pigeons everywhere! My shoulders, my forearms, my face sand flying from hand to hand, hand palm from the floor, my hand near my mother's. These pigeons, so funny! So easy to work on them. If not I would take out the food fast enough, they were trying to get me out of the bag!
Of course after that I rushed to be purified.
His Front structure was used in many Greek elements – columns Koarinteim, over purlins. On the one hand it looks like something that is supposed to represent a library or a Hall of court or something, right? But his heart broke. This is a cathedral. Anyone who says Catholics are not Faganeime live film and / or lying to himself. Inside scents of incense, the church's silence sometimes large organ is replaced by a resonant sound.Dozens of smaller chapels in which hundreds of people lit candles in memory of a saint or another responsible for this matter in this region. Hundreds of icons of Christ and various saints these and other great scenes, all lavishly excessive wealth unimaginable.
In the evening the same day Ahatahdanv again with my sister and we went to the house of Rodolfo – Mother's cousin on her mother's side. We met his wife, daughter and granddaughter tiny. Apart from delicious food and considerate of my vegetarianism, mainly around the cool conversation … Politics. Adults about to about – some like to discuss the matter.
I left the evening to meet a friend of mine from BCI, memorable summer camp for the better. He organized a party in Buenos Aires Hillel Hillel. Because they have no representation in any university campus, they have one house where everyone Matagdim from time to time. And some home … Shortcut to a party, he made sure that every time I'll have a drink in hand, and yet, I came alone. Then I met two Israelis traveling in the area (what a surprise). They helped me out from time to time from some freak who tried to dance with me and did not understand hints, and when they got drunk and stayed with them helpless and helped them as I could. Apparently the Israelis who come to always act like that. Beauty and the image we make for ourselves.
The next day we went to the show work in San TELMO, where the only thing that attracted our attention is the style of the FILETEADO PORTENO. Decorative style is characteristic of Buenos Aires. We met a young artist he is preparing to sell small signs, but the bigger projects which are windows of public buses and restaurants and bars.
There is a feeling that with all the innovation and modernization that exists today, Latin America has kept the island which they traditions and folklore. Always harder to see pure folklore capital, or where the most advanced. But much remains and it's so beautiful to watch.
That day we drove forty minutes drive train outskirts of the city for a meager price of 1.10 pesos, where we met Jorge, another mother's cousin on her mother's side. We went with him and his daughter in METADORES fair. Fair folk with a sense that he is for locals. How did I concluded? First, prices were not tourist prices. Second, when the dance floor, a pair appeared on the street, both dressed in Argentine cowboy – gaucho Gaucho th. Except them, beside them all the time joined by more and more people, ordinary street, who danced with the folk dance. Ma added that these dances were taught in school. Third, controlled language was Spanish. There was a horse race, led to what, and Judiciary to pony carriage, with two dogs were puppies. I did a lot of desire to get dressed now as Gaucho th. The reason that I bought a pair of appreciation is high for women who make them have no ass. It is clear beyond any doubt that I will not answer any of these settings.
Another beautiful morning we returned to the square in May to play with the pigeons this time that my sister will experience the spiritual enlightenment of pigeons. Then we went to MADERAS, a neighborhood on the river where the ship lay the Argentine navy is out of use and now serves as a floating museum of the Navy. Beautiful ship over one hundred years old, made of metal, wood floors and brass and gold. Engine room, with big engines, a bit scared me. My sister took pictures where she works as Argentina's national archives "for Daddy." Really sorry my sailor father's not there with us to tell us every detail object on the boat.
We went right to BOCA, called it a tourist trap, but with a small museum, upgraded air-conditioned. Showed that Argentine clothing items included from time immemorial the invaders and the Indians.
That day was a day Shiahrt forever in the history of the family – our first tango lesson. We went to three of us old confectionary class called CONFITERIA IDEAL, where there are lessons several times a day for new students is also a symbolic price. We received the Eduardo. We learned the basic steps of this dance – graceful and strong, but so user friendly. My sister and I decided that our love for dancing requires purchase of a pair of tango shoes, to keep the fun in Israel too.
We spent long hours in measurements, until each found the ideal shoe for her. This I wanted was my sister's case and my sister wanted was my size. The shop I met Katrina, Germany professional dancer. She gave me tips and carried me to dance to give me a sense of how it feels. Such contacts, a stranger, unknown, small gestures such as a complete surprise, they are one of the things that make me the trip.
The next day we participated in another tango class, where I met an Australian of Chinese origin who lives in London, with whom I danced the entire class. It was really fun to dance with somebody that I have chemistry with him.
The next day my sister and I left the airport Meanwhile I went to class last tango in Buenos Aires alone.
I have a tendency to look Lainam of people, and apparently it's okay in certain situations, but not when you dance tango. That day attended by four daughters and all my reports were with each other, so they could practice with each other. I would contrast with the teacher more than a few exercises. And to his eyes I stared until he told me my eyes something something, but look to the spouse in the eye during the dance may send the wrong messages. Oops.
The next day, after a week in the capital, Mom and I boarded a plane to his final destination was BARILOCHE. "A cool little place." Bit?!? I died a source there. What else? Achsshutadtnu city streets, I asked my mother if she was sure he was still in Argentina or already in us. Was rare to hear Spanish in the street. Ishraliada the most terrible kind. At least on every street corner Shukoldaria that arise from the flavors of chocolate. When we smell the chocolate smell clear and clean air. More transparent atmosphere. I could see more sharply over great distances without glasses.
Today we got it was Christmas Eve. The hostel where we stayed organized a meal where everyone cooks something in his own country. Out for a real treat. Shakshuka prepared mother and I, and for reasons out of hand. It was kind of hot that some European wine made just remarkable. There was also blown people, a feature of places I normally do not appreciate that I can find someone to talk with load. Fear not gone anywhere, is always there. But such conditions particularly difficult to overcome and rise me about myself.
Still, I put on its best glad rags and headed for a couple of Israelis I cooked with them before the same corner and some Ahatahbernu. We chatted until midnight, then interrupted the conversation calls for "Merry Christmas!" – Probably this holiday really meaningful to them. I was about to retire to bed Danielle wonderfully sweet little Argentinian, urged me to join with them to the pub which is right next door building. I got into a huge bunch sweater and went to the pub. Again I did not know really no one so I started talking with an elderly lady vacation here with her daughter and Brazil. Joined her when my call could not help but conclude that the Brazilian is very physical as the most idle conversation and avoid all contact. It was so fun to go back and port system of this kind of hostel. We danced all, was completely calm, completely fluid. Dance helps me to center and enjoy the compliments and attention. No doubt this is my favorite art. I felt I was assimilated nicely between Argentines Brazilians. The Spanish certainly served me well the mouth.
Call repeated several times: "So you're coming with us to the pub? Is really close, here around the corner." Let me think about that moment. I was all day for hours and hours on the bus with my mother, I ate a cold dinner quarter Bariloche outside. "Yeah, I'll get my coat.". You only live once, right?
Scenery around Bariloche spectacular in their entirety. If Costa Rica were all green spectrum varied Bariloche it's probably all blue Lagooniam. All with a tendency to cold grayish. Seven great lakes in the city, San Carlos de Bariloche. Forests with tall trees growing around the small leaves all those lakes. There's also a snowy mountain peaks, waterfalls and streams. Everything is just pure.
If there's something I have to say about this hiking trip contact with the person I was traveling with him formed a very stronger. Everyone walked him and had him click, the relationship deepened very quickly. The experience is very intense and puts people in a variety of common situations and critical decisions. This happened every time my sister was with us, and kept cold even when Mother and I were just two of us.
One of the days we walked on a path close to one of the lakes in question. And developed a call, completely undisturbed desert. Very quiet there. There are no people.No movement of vehicles. There is only the trees and occasionally appeared in its full glory is among them. I understood many things regarding my future. Comments on the proper combination of all my aspirations Vmawim. I as an individual to function in society should not do anything, but what makes me happy. I have no intention of doing something I'd love to get up every morning with delight him. This thing fixed and calculated path is not appropriate for everyone. My battery I hope he's nice path for walking him. What a great goal is not permanent, but the path itself is the goal, my pleasure marching in it. I believe my pleasure come from the country, working with people, dynamism and spontaneity totality, teaching, people from abroad. As well as some things I can not give them up. I have thought of other teens my interest issues – sewing, crafts, dancing, singing what is not. I must not stop being a traveler. I must find the strength to leave the house occasionally for a long time to be back in Nevada, one of the existential conditions that caused me much happiness.
Bariloche we went west to Chile, a small town on the lake and along pastoral two volcanoes called PUERTO VARAS. There have also created a small family hostel facilities with the tenants. One evening we went salsa was hot inside and really hot hard dance with mountain shoes. One of the guys at the exit from there told me I was beautiful. And as always, when someone tells me that on purpose control (not like ars street), I'm not sure I've heard good or he meant to me, and I always ask "What?" Incredibly embarrassing question a person who mustered the courage to say something so beautiful . Her family is so asked me to stay another day to celebrate the New Year with them. More and more family separation.
Everything good in this city, or more specifically, the vegetables are so delicious. And fruit. I have a weakness for sweets nature.
We went to a volcano and we have really high with a cable car and was really really cold there, and one of the guards gave me his coat.
I could not stay to celebrate with them the new year that we had to get to another city, from which we get on a freighter that would take us south through the islands have very Mckerhunim Chile.
We ship at noon, and they urged all passengers afternoon snack in the dining room.Snack at a small bag of dried fruits enclosed by a thin red ribbon and nice. I told my mother that I really want more such movies, and she told me why not, I'll go ask. I took her words as a challenge because I thought Sazam also good social mixer, and good for me as an exercise personality. I started to move from table to table and ask for any language I know these films. It was kind of a joke, and went for one with my smile. I knew so few dozen people, I made friends with some of them, I was short conversations with some of them. Everyone asked me what I'm going to do with movies, so I said I will put it all my hair. After all, New Year's Eve and have long hair.
After that we met, my mother and me, the rest of the Israelis. Two doctors walking after their title, one trip after his army, and one of its trip. We have become a bunch – a family.Before dinner I went to the hair mother helped me to weave the ribbons in their hair. New Year's Eve party in the evening Mom and I danced the extension (probably all my genes). At midnight I kissed the trip after the Israeli army, and so was the kiss me my first real New Year's Eve. Be abroad helps the experience. It's much more meaningful to them.
The next night the ship began to wander very much, which made me particularly want to sleep forever.
Last night was playing bingo all guests. We sat close to each other, all Israelis, and Mom and I bought a card game, the challenge began. Every time someone yelled bingo doomed to come to dance in the announcer for all music is there in front of everyone. At first not sure how it would work, but everyone worked together well, and danced wildly.Was lovely to see people with white hair give the appearance of their lives.
Line by line, I did not get a prize. I was very cross Prize. When I started to curse the game with a crisis opened the Psalms we all laughed my very sermon. But lo and behold, my squares on and began to close, until I realized with the help of Mom, actually I have a bingo game's big winner, because I was a full board! (: Was great joy and reward. Especially, I won the last fifteen minutes of fame.
On the last day of the voyage made something lovely on the deck Achsahathuv cross-country ties, Whoopi shows were in front of us, small islands, numbing cold. When we got off the boat we all of us, a group of Israelis, to the same hostel, hostel of Juan. So strange to see an Indian speak Hebrew. We spent our last night together a group of Israelis on the pizza.
The sun sets so late up so early, between the darkness and there is not even real. The sun is always visible, even if small.
I went with Mom to TORES motorized patrol DEL PAINE. We saw the place to approximately 10 points at the same day. We saw huge icebergs floating in the lake.We experienced the most deadly winds, lakes and blue colors Otorkizym goats.
When we returned to Argentina and got to the border officials were playing with two eggs and unusual – one large and one very very small. They gave me an impression of gravity to hold them, and they told me the big egg is of avestruz – an ostrich, and the youngest is a colibri – hummingbird.
Back in Argentina we got to where we parted EL CALAFATE mother and me. She stayed there to see the really big iceberg PERITO MORENO, and I got on a plane to Buenos Aires to prepare for my flight to the U.S. the next day.
Four months in Latin America were signed too quickly, filled with experiences, feel more than their time but who had come sooner than they actually are. My good fortune shone on me and I have no horror stories.
The long flight from Buenos Aires history in New York saw an amazing movie about Scott Philgerm.
I saw snow on the tarmac in New York. In fact, when I arrived, large snowflakes drifted slowly toward the ground. No more PERDON, HOLA, QUE TAL. Now cold. I hate to lie to me. I will miss the current Spanish around me.
Immediately after the flight I met Jamie, my good memorable summer camp, which hosted me at the core width generous family in New Jersey. The days I spent in Manhattan. Noteworthy HISTORY MUSEUM OF NATUAL, glass cells with his animals breathtaking, ancient skeletons of dinosaurs happy I know who does not like scary and dangerous creatures on Earth. Like the museum area dedicated to crystals and gemstones, completeness Omaagoonm were inspiring. Water animal area was so amazing, and reminded me how much I enjoyed my dives them. The museum just arranged in such a harmonious routine imagination.
I went to sunset at five thirty in the evening, and freezing cold. One night, snow fell again, very wisely recommended that the mother of Jamie we go outside and play in the snow.Only I did it, of course, childish enthusiasm of those who have not seen snow fall like that accumulates and goes so fast. I played catch with flakes later visits me here, and every time one landed on my tongue and I shivered in the cold and joy. More family left her.
Ten days of shopping and America came to an end when I went to JFK. I left my baby, my trip. I met dozens of people and touched my heart. I gave them dozens of beds a night (or half the night). Different foods tasted. Cranes and vegetation. Stories.Languages. Dancing. Images. Nomadic.
I vow to return. Take risks, take chances, to start another adventure and another.
Once I took one bite of it … I've been addicted. The world is so big, and I have a lot more to see.
I returned to Israel, and reality continues from that point it left. As if everything was a dream she had thought. Material evidence there is of course I look at them every day, and throws me fond memories.
Love, glad to be back home,
Stav
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