last day in our Kibbutz next to Jordan
This is at our last Kibbutz in Israel. When Sydney turned our google maps on, it said "Welcome to Jordan." We didn't hear any bombs going off that night, just our wild screams of love and intoxication. We ran naked through the sprinklers and drank too much wine and smoked hash and I taught one boy what bokonon practices were and we put our feet together and then crossed them again and I told him I wanted to kiss him and he said "sure, why not, we're in Israel after all." I laughed and rolled back because it felt like such an awkward reply, but then we kissed two minutes later anyway.