I wasn’t really the camping type when I lived in LA. Before I moved to Israel my camping experiences could be counted on less than one hand. So when I went on my first Israeli camping excursion back in 2000, I asked my camping partner/then boyfriend/now husband what I should bring. He told me he would take care of everything and that all I had to bring was a change of clothes and a bathing suit. We were going camping with another couple, one of Assaf’s best friends and his American girlfriend.
We arrive at the campsite to unload. There it was standing in front of me: the friend’s tent, large enough to fit all four of us, with all the bells and whistles one (girl from LA) could ask for. He brought pillows, a down comforter, and mattresses. The works. There was our tent, directly across from their nature manor, a two-person tent bought from one of those gas station specials. No mattress, no pillow. Just me, him and my change of clothes.
No matter how camping gear-less...
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