Safe and sound in Israel! Mom you can stop worrying now.
After 6,000 miles, 19 hours, two flights, a lot of obnoxious German people, a two hour train ride, three bus trips, getting lost alone at night in the rain in Kiriat Ata, and one Taxi ride I made it to the beautiful Kibbutz Romat Yohanan.
You can say I took the scenic route to get here -- but if it wasn't for a fruit vendor named Eli I may have not made it at all! Or I might have slept on the streets.
It's not every day an exhausted and sweat drenched American dragging three bags stops by a Jewish fruit vendor. Eli was a God send, giving me the most delicious orange I ever had and giving me the gift of sanity as he called his Taxi driving friend and sent me peacefully to the Kibbutz.
Here I am, 6,000 miles from home living with a guy from Kentucky and one from New York, rooming next to three Russians, two doors down from three Brits, two hombres from Argentina, a Venezuelan, a Cuban, and a South African. Across the muddy walk way lives more Russians, a hoard of Americans from Florida, Maryland, California, and Colorado.
Three cheers for diversity!
Stay in touch, and stay beautiful!
Sean
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