Israel is over. It's still sinking in.
Like a sudden, if expected, breakup.
|Wait, you're leaving me? No no, I'm leaving you.|
Staying in the less-than-desirable town of Eilat the almost whole time and nearly going crazy? Not so surprising.
Even so, my time was cut a bit short in that strange and sometimes forceful country, and I'll have to go back sometime to see the northern half.
Sometime when they're not toying with the idea of war.
|Our friendly local bomb shelter|
In no other country has a native gone out of his way to tell me, a foreigner, this comforting statement. Yet in Israel, it happened to John and me at least five times.
"You are not alone in Israel."
Makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside.
|Goodbye, desert road...|
We left November 20th, which means....we had Thanksgiving in TURKEY.
But before we move on to our Turkish Thanksgiving coverage, I’ll end with a few photos of some of the things I’ll always remember about living in Eilat...
The Red Sea.
Walking in the desert at night.
|Sometimes this weirdo followed me|
Cheap, home-cooked meals that never failed to satisfy.
|Classic roasted vegetables with an Israeli pita and cottage cheese twist.|
The cats. Obviously the cats. They were everywhere.
The cheese. Oh, the cheese. Who would have thought that Israel has the most amazing fresh cheeses maybe in the world? The cottage cheese here is a whole different animal. Rich, thick, and smooth, it beats the American stuff by a landslide. A landslide of cheese. What's more, most of their fresh cheeses come with at least three different options of fat content, usually ranging from 5-15%, but sometimes from 3-25%. Yeah variety.
|Top left: cottage cheese, then a pepper-studded semi-soft cheese, and finally a traditional cream cheese.|
So, here we come, Turkey. Judging by the amazing smells that somehow waft from everywhere I've been so far in this country (that being an airport, two bus terminals, two buses, and a farm), I can tell we're going to enjoy the food here...