You too (you Jew)

Hello boys, hello girls, hello Mister Sun
I'm in Israel
Who would have thought?
It is beautiful beyond imagination
It is, entirely, beyond imagination
Photographs from friends are seperate from the reality of the loveliness of the place
It is everything you ever heard and more.
There is Hebrew, there is McFalafel, there are Jews in a huge multitude. The feeling is all-engrossing
Everyone says: make Aliyah, come to Israel forever. The beauty is there to be shared, to be admired over a lifetime of shwarma and falafel and hummus and pickles.
The country is tranquil, despite it's preceding reputation. (To be fair, have not ventured near a war zone, but the peacefulness seems to stretch.)
I am in a hammock outside, and there are crickets chirping. My legs are cold, but not cold enough to warrant pants.
Bus tickets are very cheap. The coffee reeks of: you're not in Melbourne anymore, Dorothy. But, I am no longer the caffeine fiend I once was - tea and honey are my new aquaintances.
The Western Wall, of ancient folklores and stories forever told, was very magical. It was special. I had a tinglin' in my toes, a flock of doves taking flight in my stomach. I could picture it as part of a majestic, towering temple: as inspirational as it is today. The notes, stuffed into every pore of every stone, exuded hope and love and desire. A collection and a menagerie of the deepest and most intimate thoughts, perhaps