Dear Pen Pal,

I'm in Tel Aviv right now. I just got back from the beach and I'm seriously so dark and tan. I just saw a picture of myself on Facebook from a few days ago and I look Nigerian. It's not a bad thing because I desperately wanted to tan. 

So I get back to Boston this coming Tuesday. Ugh I really don't want to go back, but at the same time I do. I miss my bed, my fridge, my evening jogs along the Charles. I guess the only thing I don't miss is routine, daily life. I'm so over routine.

I love Svedka. I actually got drunk from it last night, our first night in Tel Aviv. And I had falafel this morning for my hung-over breakfast. I can't get over the food here. Except schnitzel. I cannot eat anymore of that stuff. I'll look out for that falafel place you mentioned. Oh! and I wanted to tell you about this juice bar near our hostel in Jaffa. It's incredible. I had a mango, strawberry and lychee fruit shake. I devoured it like no one's business. The perfect after-beach treat. 

Alright, off the shower and then explore the city a bit. 

XO,

Danny