A bug shat on my sunglasses

I am sunburned and happy.
 And for the record, Arabic coffee out of an old can of pickles is just as good, if not better than, Arabic coffee cooked properly in a finjan when drinken outside in the Jerusalem hills on a lovely sunny spring-summer afternoon.

What I REALLY did on my one-year anniversary

Now I can tell a story that happened a while ago – on the one-year anniversary of my arrival in Israel, in fact. I couldn’t tell it before in fear of my life: my mom would have killed me. Sad but true. She is  extremely protective of me, even against myself. Now that I have [...]