It was very weird to visit Israel after spending so much time in Jordan. I almost wished that I could have traveled to Israel before and after my time in Jordan so that I could see if my attitudes toward it changed. All I can really say is that I dreaded my Israel trip for reasons I can’t quite explain, but it turned out to be a really wonderful trip. The city was remarkably clean compared to Amman and I had froyo for the first time in months. (There’s Pinkberry in Amman too, but I refused to spend 7 Jds on froyo). The wide streets and reminded me of walking through Turkey. The way everyone spoke English reminded me of home, although more I noticed that were more English signs in Jordan than in Israel. Most signs were written in Israeli, perhaps a sign of their nationalism. I also saw quite a few shirts that said essentially that Israel has the US’s back. I found the street vendors to be a little racist when they called my diverse group of friends several names like “China,” “Mexican,” and my personal favorite “Mormon” when we walked through Old City. Like the rest of my trips, I experienced catcalls and crude language. I like to focus on the positive though, and am really glad I got the chance to places like the Old City and the Dome of the Rock firsthand. We had some really delicious food, like cauliflower hummus. I won’t forget laying on a beach in Tel Aviv my last day in Israel, wondering if I will ever return.