Can’t believe this is happening.

Haven’t slept a wink, spent the day riding around the beach and drinking beer and now it’s 5am and our car service is at the gate.

Flying out of Burgas for the very first time on the very first flight to Israel of 2018. Our Russian friend Ray Romano is with us (because he looks like Ray Romano and is just as funny). We arrive at around 10am, don’t know what to expect.

We’re planning 15k daily hikes and eating everything we touch, of course.

Did I tell you our Tel Aviv apartment has a beer drinking balcony and 2 cats?