Wednesday afternoon, I took the train to TLV, nothing but a small book in my bag.
a dear friend whom I opened ‘summer camp’ celebrations with, was waiting for me.
on her bike we rode to the same spot on the beach. as a good fairy, she then started pulling out of her magic basket: a blanket to sit on, a bottle of white wine, 2 glasses and snacks.
We watched the sunset, we talked a lot, laughed even more, watched the surfers that were waiting for ever for a wave that never came…
Sunset. curtain down, end of summer camp.