lovelocked landers
Well, I spent 2 months in the West Bank. I hardly saw anything inside "Israel" proper except Jerusalem, but I experienced every city in the West Bank.
I have no clue what the word Israel means anymore.
I have no clue what the word terrorist means anymore.
I saw love.
I saw loss.
I got attacked by a dog.
I realized I really dont like Frenchies even though I convince myself Im just joking when I say that. And I met one that is so adorable Im even tempted to forget I realized that and go visit France. I also listen to French music on a daily basis.
I climbed ancient mountains.
I wondered who cares.
I couldnt bring myself to pray at the Wailing Wall.
I learned a lot about Judaism.
I learned a lot about Islam.
I lost some of my religion.
I laughed a lot.
I learned a lot of geography, history, and tomfoolery.
I made friends.
Friends made me.
People helped me.
People yelled at me.
I laughed.
I learned how to live with 13 people.
I ate a lot of sweets. I started saying "sweets" instead of "desserts."
I learned a lot of Arabic, but somehow I learned more Hebrew in an Arab speaking land.
I played in the snow.
I discovered an appreciation for time.
I held a lot of sweet little hands.
I found myself speechless many times.
I drank from Jacobs Well.
I met the Samaratins.
I have no clue what the word Israel means anymore.
I have no clue what the word terrorist means anymore.
I saw love.
I saw loss.
I got attacked by a dog.
I realized I really dont like Frenchies even though I convince myself Im just joking when I say that. And I met one that is so adorable Im even tempted to forget I realized that and go visit France. I also listen to French music on a daily basis.
I climbed ancient mountains.
I wondered who cares.
I couldnt bring myself to pray at the Wailing Wall.
I learned a lot about Judaism.
I learned a lot about Islam.
I lost some of my religion.
I laughed a lot.
I learned a lot of geography, history, and tomfoolery.
I made friends.
Friends made me.
People helped me.
People yelled at me.
I laughed.
I learned how to live with 13 people.
I ate a lot of sweets. I started saying "sweets" instead of "desserts."
I learned a lot of Arabic, but somehow I learned more Hebrew in an Arab speaking land.
I played in the snow.
I discovered an appreciation for time.
I held a lot of sweet little hands.
I found myself speechless many times.
I drank from Jacobs Well.
I met the Samaratins.