Sand, golden, as she walked along the edge, tides softly hitting her ankles. “I just want to dip my feet in the Mediterranean”, she said with excitement. The sun was beginning to set behind the old port, she removed her stockings, worrying about her wet feet later. The Mediterranean, she thought, what a body of history. She looked into the distance, her feet soaked in its remnants and the 6000 years of tales beneath her.
Welcome to Israel.
Me in my natural habitat.*
*Technically not me, since I am the one taking the photo. But in essence, it is.