I’ve been reading all about David Lebovitz’s trip to Israel and all I want to do now is go to Israel and stuff my belly…have I not mentioned that all my travels are dictated by my stomach? Yeseree…The photos of those fresh vibrant salads, fall-off-the bone slow-roasted meats, creamy dips drizzled with olive oil…oh my…hang on a sec, I just need to wipe the drool off my keyboard.
Don’t you love it when every now and then social injustices right themselves? Unfortunately I can’t really entertain you with the details of the situation I encountered last week as much as I am dying to but let’s just say I left work last week doing one (or maybe several) fist pumps! Hells yeah.