19 Raziel Street

We got into the apartment on (19 Raziel Street) last night at about midnight after spending many ridiculous hours traveling.

I arrived in JFK yesterday at 3:00 in the afternoon, then waited there with some good friends until 10:30 or so, when Young Judaea finally arrived and we got to check in.  We then proceeded to take a 10 hour flight and arrive at Ben-Gurion international airport.

The apartment is not bad at all, although I didn't end up getting to live with Nathan or Scott (but they live close by).

I woke up at about 7 today entirely unintentionally and decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood.  It feels excellent to be in Israel again--I always feel home here.  While I was out, I passed by the supermarket, which, for some inexplicable reason, is named "Super Douche."  I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true.  I'll take some pictures of it soon. :P  There were also some weird people while I was out on the jog--one yelled at me "Hey gever!" (Hey mister!) [I decided to ignore him].  Then another old guy, who I have concluded must be crazy as balls, saw me jogging and then pointed to himself, kind of doing an air jogging thing and sticking his tongue out at me.  When I passed by the block again, he was just pacing back and forth and throwing his arms in the air.  He gave me a jiggly-eyed gaze as I ran by.

Welcome to Bat Yam!