Through the haze of severe jet lag and culture shock that I am viewing Southern California, it like the rest of the America I left has this strange duality of foreign and familiar. While I feel this is not my home, I can yet instantly understand the larger picture of it and culturally navigate my way through it with more ease than I may ever be able to in Israel.
Still, America is a massive country, and it is substantially Different out here. All these shiny happy people (and their shiny happy cars), and I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is trying to overcompensate for something. More for me to ponder.
Still, you can’t beat this weather, and the green, and the fact that I’m writing this near the orange tree in the early morning light from the (super-fantastic) Bookstein’s beautiful backyard cause they’ve got WiFi through their house. It rocks.
Stay tuned, more SoCal/Confrence Jewliciousness to come.