Hilla of Lonavla, Jerusalem of blue sky

Two thousand and six came at a small dance party in the hills of Lonavla, just outside Bombay. Went with all the youth who had helped out with the Khai Fest, a weekend treat to ourselves after months of hard work. Our Shabbaton was a low-key weekend of walking around the dusty town of Lonavla, eating way too much chikki (an idnian nut brittle snack) and kulfi ( ice cream made of condensed milk)

Only a few days later I went to Sahar International Airport for the first time since my arrival in July- and now I am here, breathing in the crisp air of Jerusalem's hills. Cold, fresh and exhilirating for me, being here, seeing friends and family. Feeling like I am home.

I am sipping almond Wissotsky tea, having just gotten back from a run in green Gan Sakar. The streets, the stone buildings, the clear blue sky- everything to me clean and beautiful, and I am just simply happy to be here. Best wishes for 2006 everyone!