Last night, driving home from a late night in Jerusalem, curled up in two bus seats with my head against the window and the shouting and laughter of my 32 classmates muffled behind the music in my ears, I looked outside and saw a street sign that said Rambam Drive. And I immediately smiled because I know what that means (Rabbi Moshe ben Maimonides was the greatest of Jewish philosophers and...
a bit of chill has come to israel. weather like this changes me. i no longer feel quite so adventurous. i no longer want to go on long runs. i no longer care for cold water. i just want copious, thickly knitted scarves and bottomless cups of hot things and very large books to read that smell musty and movies to watch that have happy endings. cold weather turns me into a domestic creature.