And as we all know, it's standard holiday protocol to come home from your incredible, sunny, enviable holiday abroad and bore everyone to death about it. Of course I'll try to keep it brief, but it has to be done.
HERE GOES! I have been travelling up and down Israel with 35 other teenage Jews in order to have fun, learn about the culture and history of the country, as well as meeting new people.
This involved: snorkelling in Eilat, climbing Masada at dawn, praying at the Western Wall, seeing Jerusalem, learning to haggle like a pro in Jaffa, swimming in the dead sea (and nearly blinding myself by getting salt in my eyes and up my nose), learning guitar chords for the first time (I can now play Gary Jules' 'Mad World'!), raft-building, riding camels in the desert, discussing the Israel/Palestine problem, eating houmous and falafal, and making new friends.
All of that, I loved.
There were things in Israel, however, that I'm not sure I liked. For starters, there are guns EVERYWHERE. You see armed soldiers literally everywhere- standing next to you in line for canteens, at McDonalds, in parks, outside restaurants- ALL OVER THE PLACE. I don't think I could ever get used to that, because it always made me feel unsafe and a bit tense when I saw random armed soldiers in public places.
Needless to say, it was an incredible trip with some serious emotional highs and lows (as you might expect, moods can be ever so slightly temperamental when you stick 36 teenagers in close quarters for almost a month...).
But it's over now- I'm back home in London, and back to blogging.
Now that it's summer, I've got loads more time on my hands, so I'll be blogging more regularly, and with new and exciting things coming up, so make sure you come back to check all that out soon!