The Round Table

I can't really remember much from last night, mostly from the combination of red wine and exhaustion.

We spent our free time at night looking for a place to get something to eat. We were hoping for a quaint restaurant, but settled for a pizza joint. The pizza wasn't bad at all and the price was do-able. Two slices of cheese and two Tuborg beers later, we were in love with life and in love with Jerusalem.

After dinner we ended up going to a grocery store where some vodka and red wine was purchased. We took it back to the hostel and swooned the night away on the patio.

By the end of the night I remember the clear blue ink sky with the bright moon. The full moon shined so bravely and its presence was so enormous, I swear I could have stepped onto the patio table and reach it on my tip toes.

Honorio brought out the hookah he bought that day at the market and we all sat around the table taking turns smoking the mango tobacco. It was just a few of us, Kim, Sonya, Samitro, and Shafik. We sat there, bathing in the cool breeze and talking about what we've been through during Israel. We talked about boys and girls. We talked about the Israeli/ Palestinian conflict. We talked about food and wildy drunken nights. We talked about what we wanted to be when we grew up. We talked about what we would do to make our world just a little better.

At one point, Kim suggested everyone in the world should "fuck it and hold hands". Absolutely perfect, I thought...the world needs leaders like us.