In case you're wondering, every day is a cheat day here in the land of milk and honey and falafel and kibbe and knafeh and halva and sambousek and hummus and almond pudding with rosewater and on and on and on. Here are scenes from the Carmel Market in Tel Aviv. Warning: just looking at these pictures may cause you to put on extra pounds.
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There's so much history of conflict everywhere you go in Israel. Even so, it was surprising to see what looked like bullet pockmarks on so many of the Bauhaus apartment buildings along tony Rothschild Boulevard in Tel Aviv. Well, on closer inspection, those marks are really something else altogether. Turns out, the gracious trees that line the boulevard are fig trees that for many years after they were planted bore no fruit at all. But when somehow in the 1970s a special breed of fig-boring wasp found its way to Tel Aviv from India, whether by air current or suitcase, the trees were pollinated and fruit began to appear. And that's when the bats showed up. In case you didn't know, bats love figs. Those pockmarks? They're really brown shmears of bat guano. Thought you'd like to know. One sure way to get over jet lag after a 10-hour flight to the other side of the world is to go straight to a Justin Timberlake concert after dropping your bags at the hotel. If like us you're lucky enough to get comped some premium tickets, you, too, can have the sensation of having a subwoofer implanted in your chest that is connected directly to the amps onstage. That and a high-wattage light show were enough to keep me and Jeff awake. And even though JT only played one song I recognized, I thought he put on a great show and was about a 10 on the charisma scale. At one point he got down from the stage to take a selfie with a couple who got engaged right there and then while 40,000 witnesses cheered the spectacle on giant monitors. Next up in Tel Aviv, the Rolling Stones on June 4th. Unfortunately, we'll be up north in the Galilee by then. But I'm sure we'll hear it loud and clear. |
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