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Happy Hanukah into the Sinai Desert






I have been eating one every day (almost). Fried donuts with jelly inside and full of calories. Yummy. Hannukah is in full celebration and one candle is being lit each night (8 nights, 8 candles) Latkes (potato thingies) and suvganiot (donuts) are being eaten. The potato thingies are called placki in polish and i grew up eating them at home, and very similar donuts from the bakerys in Poland. My dear Noam and I are having a constant argument, where I claim these foods are polish, and he thinks they're jewish. 

Anyway it's yummy and it feels like home. 

                       

We are one the way to the Sinai desert, and this is the view from this morning. We are staying with friends on the way to Eilat and the border. It's silent and beautiful and worlds away from the hectic traffic stressed out people in Tel Aviv. 
In Sinai we'll have a break from internet, phones, traffic, noise. What a treat! A re-treat from the usual stress of modern life and a step right into the history of humanity. Very special. 


Happy Hanukah!
Happy Santa Lucia to all Swedes!
Can't wait to come to my other home in the snow and breathe some fresh crisp air and eat meatballs and see my friends and family. 
LOVE!


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