Israel day twomitzvah. Jeruuuusalem.

I have to confess that I'm still feeling one of those vicious travel hangovers, where it becomes impossible to get back into yer daily routine after a trip. Israel fucked with me just that much. This day particularily did. We didn't do much but walk around aimlessly and bump into transcendence along the way.

The wailing wall felt weird, only becos you can't get over the fact that people save their pennies throughout their entire lives to make a pilgrammage to this place, and I spent a small part of my morning bartering over a $5 t-shirt. But so it rolls.

From the wailing wall, we jumped on the back of a tour of the tunnels of the city and had the best (Really) meal in a pita I think I'll ever have. Damn.

From there, we rolled into the biggest church in the city, only to be bombarded by some sort of Roman ritual which nearly left us in a trampled mess. Anyway, all this typing sucks. Check out the photos.



Fake yahmikah.





Squibbly Coke.




This kid looks like my cousin.



My favourite photo of the past year.