Sometimes I miss Israel SO much.
I miss knowing 79 other people so well its like they're family.
I miss REAL falafel.
I miss how everything tasted just a little bit Israeli, even when they had it in America too (namely, M&Ms and salad dressing)
I miss having pomegranates already prepared so you didn't have to open them and get all the seeds out yourself.
I miss the dance parties. (Oh so many dance parties)
I miss playing volleyball WAY more than we should have
I miss walking down that huge hill while the little kids followed you around.
I miss sitting on the balcony of the center during the call to prayer and watching all of the Jerusalem lights come on as the sun set.
I miss crossing the Kidron valley everyday.
I miss having inside jokes with 79 other people.
I miss Brother Chadwick singing songs about Solomonic Gates and David and Goliath
I miss getting drinking straight from a liter bottle of water every day.
I miss knowing the clothes in EVERYONE'S wardrobe. (Literally, we could tell whose laundry was in the laundry room/Lub Shelte because we had them memorized)
I miss the sabbath being on a Saturday.
The view of the Center and Dome of the Rock from the Old City
Singing American music with some Jews in West Jerusalem.
