I am in love with Jerusalem. I'm in love with wandering but going nowhere, with making friends with strangers, with the intense sensory overload of this city, with stopping to taste fresh dates, with old winding streets. I'm in love with haggling down prices and pretending I speak another language, with falafel, hummus, and pita, with the smiles of the Arabs and the sarcasm of the Jews. I'm in love with crowded shops and bright alleys. I'm in love with the wailing of the call to prayer and the reflection off of the dome of the rock. I'm in love with the sea of kippas on every head and the tassels bouncing from under men's shirts. I'm in love with the sunset over the skyline, with reading every street sign in hebrew and arabic. I'm in love with feeling like each day there is a new experience or exploration, a new lesson or opportunity. Mostly, I just love the sense of discovery and energy I get after wandering the streets after class. four months is not enough....
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