So, here I am, in the air again, flying over continents, destination homeland-Israel.
There is something special that I feel every time. I guess no matter how many years I will leave outside it always excite me when I arrive. Just like magic the land, the smells, the light, the people, the language, the gestures-I am connected and it’s as though I never left.
After the coooold winter and tons of snow seeing the flowers bloom. The colors are vibrant. The air is warm, no need for heavy coats.
Yesterday I explored the art scene, I visited some galleries and saw a fantastic retrospective of Vic Muniz at the Tel Aviv Museum.
I believe some times pictures are better then words so here it goes..
Passover has many names The Freedom holiday, The holiday when we left Egypt but the one I like the most is Chag Haaviv-The Spring Holiday.