A Proposal,An Exotic Dancer & a tryst with religion.
10 months later is not the perfect time to write a travelogue,especially for someone like me who is blessed with a short memory span(forgetfulness makes me less nastier to the world :D) but to tell the truth,it never even occurred to me that my ten days and 11 nights, or wait was it the other way?, in a foreign land is all I needed to think of for inspiration to blabber like usual.Now thtat I know there are a few of you out there who read this nonsense without me having to force them :D(my blog view is 999!,yes I know I am gloating but hey, every girl is allowed her moment of ‘head in the clouds’)is good wnough encouragement for me to continue to drone on! My first passport stamps,my first international flights,my first soujourn out of the country,that trip had lots of firsts for me. Yes its sadly true that the first person to ask my hand in marriage to my parents was actually a very charming Israel-ian shop keeper :D the fact that I steadfastly refused to spare my dollars must