Travel tangents, that is. I was supposed to be home already, but here I sit in Tel Aviv, looking out at the same beach I’ve gazed at for the past two weeks. It’s a lovely beach, and bears any amount of gazing.
But I just was not ready to go home. I wanted to stay — so I am looking for a condo. The agent is getting back to me within the hour with some possibilities.
No, I’m not making aliyah. I can’t — not Jewish. But I plan on spending much time here in Israel working on all sorts of incredible projects, so I think a condo makes sense. Especially if it’s on the beach. We love the beach. Yes we do! 😀
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