Just returned from the grocery store where, when I tried to buy a couple bottles of beer, I got carded. Yep, you read right. Carded. If I were back in the States I wouldn't make such a big deal about it. But here, where the drinking age is 18 and no one ever asks, it means you must look really young. I'm sure the cashier (who, incidentally, has cashed me out lots of times) thought my drivers' licence was a fake. It took the women on either side of me in line to convince her I was old enough.

I guess the sea and sun has been good for my complexion, or else I've shed some years studying kindergarten-style at the ulpan. Ha!