Midweek

I had to "yell" at Ben (type in caps) to get his attention in an email so that he would send his phone number. Finally he answered my email and sent it along. It is amazing how he seems to have skipped the whole get-used-to-a-new-country piece and has blended in to the routines and regularities of Tel Aviv. When he went to Israel the first time, he said that he felt at home. Maybe he feels like he has returned, instead of going somewhere new.

Today I went down to the beach to watch the sunset with some friends. Some may get comfort knowing that their loved one could be watching the same sunset on the other side of the world, but I don't. It is a real shame that I don't do that more than maybe once a year, living three blocks from the beach. There is some dark magic in the air at my house that traps me as soon as I come home from work. To leave again takes great will power and I am often too weak to fight it.