This time it's spring, it's a holiday and a birthday. One big fat festival.
Hertzeliya minus the daily - swim factor. Still, pretty damn good.
From the seamstress' house, you can see the beautiful turquoise-blue Mediterranean sea, with the Onagraceae and the mosque, of Sidney Ali.
I spent the last night of my 20s in my childhood bed, where I spent most of my teens. In a room where everything is almost the same as it was, in my memory. It's confusingly cozy and at times, romantic. I still have a room of my own.
Eggplant with tahini, zucchini salad with basil and goat cheese on rye. amazingly sweet cherry tomatoes, spinach shakshuka, everything salad and The Brownies.
At Noam's, last week. crazy bats, had a party the other night, circling the neighbors' loquat tree. I watched from behind the windshield, how close they were flying to my flat-tired car.
Tired, and finally - a week later - just tired, not jet legged.
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