Jerusalem? No way! Welcome to Tel Aviv.
Friday I took the bus westward, toward the Mediterranean coast, clear across the country, a drive of all of 45 minutes.
Rain was starting to coat the window as we entered the big, modern metropolis. Water was flowing in the drainage canal between the highway and the railroad.
The weekend was fun despite the cold, thunderstorms, and strong winds. The sea was wild, with huge waves breaking near the shore.
But it's great to come back home today. There is no place like the Jerusalem Hills, my natural choice.