Jaffo is not really Tel Aviv, as some people say. It used to be Arabic, and on Sabbath you can find some shops open there even now. I can’t say that it was my favorite place in the city, but bargaining at the flea market and drinking in the evening in the old port, eating fish in the seaside restaurant and delicious shakshuka at the market are the part of local experience. Follow me to the picturesque debris of Old Jaffo!
Israel didn’t come down on me as a huge wave of sun, old stories and warm air, as I used to imagine before. It didn’t tempt me to give up everything and immediately move there. Our first encounter in Ben Gurion Internatinal Airport felt like a business meeting: hi, how are you, welcome, here is the exchange, here is taxi, here are the shuttles, 64 shekel, you are welcome. In Jerusalem the feeling gets warmer: in a cozy neighbourhood with not very cozy name “German Colony” I am really welcome by the mother of my friend Naomi. She is feeding me,
So after one week in the Holy Land I am back. Pleasantly tired and feeling a bit more confident, I’m getting used to +10 and wind instead of +25 and sun, and to the domination of one religious branch instead of many. In Israel I stayed in the families of my good friends that gave me an incredible experience of real life, and also managed to take some independent steps around the country. This all will result in a short list of tips. The rest – amazing food, incredible nature and overwhelming cultural life – is the subject to a