I have no idea how asthmatic Israelis survive.
I’m back, hacking up a lung, but alive and happy to have experienced what I did.
I’m still not at a point where I can articulate what I experienced, exactly, but I’ll try to put it into words as the days pass.
For now, I will merely reflect what my Facebook status said earlier this morning:
As awesome as Israel was and as much as I can’t wait to go back, nothing beats your own bed, clean laundry, mom’s cooking, and hugging The Boy.