out of sight out of mind out of reach...
I'm back... as mysteriously as I left I have returned to this plane of time, 7 hours into the past with my time machine that is more like a DODGEBALL CANNON!
The long/short of it all was that it was a great trip with a lot of good stories with one exception. On the last two days we took a hotel in Tel Aviv right on the beach with a beatiful view in a great area right on the water with a beatiful view of the ocean and all that good stuff. I was so looking forward to the break from all other aspects of Israel (not that i don't love all my cousins or the other cities) but the break from the norm to semi adjust back to miami style was going to be good. Practically as soon as we got there though i came down with a high fever (103ish but everything is so celcius over there) and i was bed ridden for a while while my family did the family stuff. I couldn't eat and still haven't had more than a few bites in like 48 hours, just enough fluids to keep me going and a little food but everything has been making me so sick i didn't want to chuck it all over the plane. my parents were trying to force feed me on the plane and it got the the point that I had to raise my voice to my mom (which i feel bad about but she pushed me to it) "Mom, I am not going to eat that. 1 - Plane food makes me sick anyways, 2 - I'm already sick, 3 - I don't want to be seeing it over again while I'm still on the plane."
Then i got yelled at for raising my voice.
I have a bad attitude when I'm sick. I just don't like everybody always touching my head and my neck and my arms and my chest and the only attention coming my way like touching me more and asking me more is going to make me better.
Anyways. I only write the one bad story because anybody who wants the amazing stories will have to find me to get them personally.
Ha.
The long/short of it all was that it was a great trip with a lot of good stories with one exception. On the last two days we took a hotel in Tel Aviv right on the beach with a beatiful view in a great area right on the water with a beatiful view of the ocean and all that good stuff. I was so looking forward to the break from all other aspects of Israel (not that i don't love all my cousins or the other cities) but the break from the norm to semi adjust back to miami style was going to be good. Practically as soon as we got there though i came down with a high fever (103ish but everything is so celcius over there) and i was bed ridden for a while while my family did the family stuff. I couldn't eat and still haven't had more than a few bites in like 48 hours, just enough fluids to keep me going and a little food but everything has been making me so sick i didn't want to chuck it all over the plane. my parents were trying to force feed me on the plane and it got the the point that I had to raise my voice to my mom (which i feel bad about but she pushed me to it) "Mom, I am not going to eat that. 1 - Plane food makes me sick anyways, 2 - I'm already sick, 3 - I don't want to be seeing it over again while I'm still on the plane."
Then i got yelled at for raising my voice.
I have a bad attitude when I'm sick. I just don't like everybody always touching my head and my neck and my arms and my chest and the only attention coming my way like touching me more and asking me more is going to make me better.
Anyways. I only write the one bad story because anybody who wants the amazing stories will have to find me to get them personally.
Ha.