What’s up people. I am back home. I will be back to updating as soon as I wake up.

What's up folks.  I am not dead.

I have promised myself that I am not using this blog to post personal day to day activities that will bore you to no end like many other blogs.  But I did want to let everyone know that I'm fine and have not exploded in Israel.  Hopefully when I get  back I'll get a chance to tell everyone about it because you're going to have to pay me to stop talking.  I extended my trip until the 8th so I'll be back then unless I change my mind again and stay longer. 

Anyway, to make this a semi-real post, the following are a few reasons why Israel kicks fucking ass:

1) Everyone parties here all night every night, or at least that's how it seems.  For instance, I got in at 7 AM this morning and I was one of the people who went home early.

2) This is apparently the only place on the planet where having an American accent is beneficial.  The people here actually want to talk to you when they find out you're American (being a jew has literally nothing to do with is). 

3) Before this trip I thought the hottest women on the planet were Italian.  I was wrong.  They are Israeli.

4) For my Maryland people: imagine if every year Art Attack drew the biggest bands in the country, and was full of alcohol (as in, you can get drunk there and not have to get trashed beforehand – I'm looking at you Rowe) and the hottest women you've ever seen in your life.  Yeah, I was there.

5) You don't know the meaning of the word hospitality until you stay with an Israeli.  Several people have tried to murder me with food.

6) No matter where you are, you're always less than a 15 minute drive to the beach.  And the beach is nice.

7) Hot chicks with M-16s.  Nice.

Falafel = good.  Schwarma = good.  Ziva = good.  Lots of other stuff that I don't know the name for = good.  And better yet, you can pretty much get any of this stuff at any point in the day.

9) The Flaming Lamborghini.  It involved Sambuca, Rum, Blue Curacaou, and a few other things.  It gets set on fire.  You drink it.  And then, if you're like me, you become very, very, very happy.

10) Did I mention that Israeli women are the hottest women on the planet?  I did?  Ok, nevermind.

I think ten is a good place to stop, so I'll stop.  Anyway, cant wait to talk to everyone when I get home.