Who needs aliyah?

Why bother making aliyah from New York City? In the span of four days, I’ve managed to:

  1. pass the Holon Grocery,
  2. find a metapelet originating from Ein Karem,
  3. drive behind a טוב טעם truck.

What’s next?

Also, I suppose it’s logical that my son’s first exposure to fast food was today in his American daycare (despite the Israeli nanny). It hurts my heart. But it was going to happen eventually.

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