so this past weekend, staph and i decided to go spend it in tel aviv - partying it up with some people she knows. but the beginning was quite hilariously disastrous.
so where we are on top of the mountains in rosh pina, is like 3-4 hours from tel aviv. so we get there and are supposed to go to this guy seans apt to drop all of our stuff at and whatnot - except steph accidentally leaves her phone in a cab and we can't quite remember which apt it is and we just like guess for a while and end up falling asleep at what ended up being his apt, but unfortunately he had disappeared because even though he was given the weekend off from the army, they called him back last minute.
but no matter, we met up with some other people at a hostel and got wasted. at some point this french boy (who was wonderful and didn't understand how everyone knew he was french even though he had such a thick accent) invited us to the roof to get more wasted, and eventually a hookah bar on the beach. we ended up sleeping on the roof which was spectacular.
the next day we went to a friends apt like 30 min out of tel aviv, and literally smoked hash constantly the entire day and a half we were there. these kids REALLY like being high and it was great. they were great guys.
i also learned the best and most addicting card game that everyone needs to learn. and steph got a free guitar, and this professional world traveling player played for us today when we got back to the farm.
i have the word synergy stuck in my head. i'm also gonna have dreads ON my head by the time i make it back to the states. which btw is already freaking me out - i've only been here a week and i don't ever want to go back to the US. being here has definitely solidified the fact that i'm going to move here at some point.
also steph and i are going to start a butter business (organic peanut butter, almond butter, cashew butter, etc) and we're gonna call it Butter Face.
genius, i know. well - off to do some of this and that.
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