It is 11:30pm. We are en route to The Jack, our favorite Ashkelon beach-side bar, to say goodbye to Shilo, the owner. We heard music on the beach and stopped to see what’s up: nighttime dancing class, with an instructor on the mic and everything. I will definitely miss this country. Oh, Israel; never a dull moment.

It is 11:30pm. We are en route to The Jack, our favorite Ashkelon beach-side bar, to say goodbye to Shilo, the owner. We heard music on the beach and stopped to see what’s up: nighttime dancing class, with an instructor on the mic and everything. I will definitely miss this country. Oh, Israel; never a dull moment.

It is 11:30pm. We are en route to The Jack, our favorite Ashkelon beach-side bar, to say goodbye to Shilo, the owner. We heard music on the beach and stopped to see what’s up: nighttime dancing class, with an instructor on the mic and everything. I will definitely miss this country. Oh, Israel; never a dull moment.

It is 11:30pm. We are en route to The Jack, our favorite Ashkelon beach-side bar, to say goodbye to Shilo, the owner. We heard music on the beach and stopped to see what’s up: nighttime dancing class, with an instructor on the mic and everything. I will definitely miss this country. Oh, Israel; never a dull moment.

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