Friday afternoon, Sky Hostel, Ben Yehuda 34. 5 minutes from the waterfront. Very much a hostel.
The day was still beautiful and warm, and since the next time I would find myself in Tel Aviv it would probably not be so hospitable, I decided it seemed only fair to go back to the beach, which was likely to be fairly empty and entirely beautiful. My friend I joined me, who came fully prepared for a proper evening on the beach, bringing along some party leftovers (a bottle of wine, chocolate rice krispy treats), and the most necessary, a beach blanket--the beaches in tel aviv have especially soft, and persistantly sticky, sand. I, on the other hand, brought only a towel. Okay, so my intentions are often nice, but sometimes the production leaves something to be desired. After slightly mocking how touristy the whole thing was (going swimming at night), the two of us did so, and then I conceeded that, touristy or not, swimming at night is a great idea. Tel Aviv has something over new york: beach, and stars.
Saturday was an especially exciting day: meeting the long lost and through facebook recovered family!
My cousin picked me up in Tel Aviv, and we drove to Kfar Saba, where we had lunch with the rest of the family at their restaurant. Beautiful atmosphere, largely designed by Roi (oldest of the brothers). Right away it felt like family. Plus, they are tall. Yep, definitely related.
I'll hopefully be seeing them all soon again, as I have been invited to visit their Sukkah. That evening, Roi came back into Tel Aviv, and he and I hung out (also on the beach), and walked through the Marina, before he very sweetly drove me to the airport (thanks, Roi!)
due to the changing of the clocks for daylight savings time, my 1 am flight was technically a 2 am flight and I had an extra hour (but better than it being the other way around, i suppose), and at around 10 am the next morning, I arrived at Claudia's.
Nex to come: Yom Kippur in Berlin
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