T1: Israel

15 meals in 36 hours

I should write you something - about the arresting opaline green eyes I keep seeing, mostly on men, or how the voices split the air (“People in Israel always sound like they’re arguing,” says Yael, “when they’re really just staying, ‘Good morning’”), the Bauhaus architecture, the Mediterranean outside my high-rise window, the storm today so rare Yael said the locals will talk about it for a week, or that starting tomorrow I will be in the West Bank and Hebron, East Jerusalem and Negev. But for now I am so so tired (no sleep on the plane; the three drinks last night making the fourth seem like a good idea) so instead will show what seems to be the national pastime, some from Carmel Market, where I would be every day if I lived here, a few from the 15 meals we’ve had in 36 hours. Shalom!