So here’s the quandary. Is it nobler in the mind to suffer the night flight over to Tel Aviv, arriving at some godforsaken hour and feeling like shit? Or to take a flight the next morning and basically lose a whole day of sun, sand and sangria? Not that we drink sangria here; it just alliterates better than ‘water’, ‘beer’ or ’12 year old single malt’. As time is precious we opted for the overnight, get 3 hours of uncomfortable, disturbed sleep, arrive feeling positively zombiesque, but at least arrive.

So to celebrate, we went straight out for ‘brunch’. What an underestimated meal that is. Positively wonderful. Its like breakfast (the ‘br-‘) but because it implies that includes lunch too (‘-unch’), you get to eat loads more. And Israel is brunch central of the world. They have a thousand variations of brunch here, all of them wonderful, all of them completely calorie-free because you’re on holiday and therefore going to burn off any kcals consumed by walking… to dinner later on. Or strolling along the beach for iced coffees. Again, completely fat-free and ultra-lite. Unless you count the calories or fat. In which case, get a fucking life.

My eggs Benedict came with a salad. Salad? For breakfast?? No, for brunch. The salad was the ‘unch’ bit. The pancakes came with fruit salad. Fruit? For lunch?? No, Mel always has fruit for ‘br-‘ so just added the most fabulous pancakes to unchify the deal. Add rolls, preserves, juices, coffee and I start to appreciate why they call this ‘the Holy Land’.

And I’m in here writing this because its just too damned hot to sit out any longer. I’m singeing. Cooked to perfection, like my eggs.

5 days of heaven. And the pic is the view.

Have a lovely thursday; wherever you are.

A xxxx