Behind every great man is a great woman, and behinder his is his wife.

The beginning of this week was a bit rough. I woke up from a nap and had the feeling that I was dumped. You know that feeling? Like someone had hit you in the chest with a rock and loneliness wells up within. Yea, not so fun. I don't even know what happened. I think it's because the one good friend that I made here, Daniel "Chocolate Chip"riani went back to the states. With him I fought off the Republican-Conservative majority. Now, I'm the only liberal that I know of (or at least one that is brave/stupid enough to admit in public). So I just shy away from political conversations. But Cipriani and I had similar upbringings, both being from CT and partying a lot in college. Which, now that I think of it, is not that rare. But as for the friend thing, I just need to keep plugging away to find my groove. There are lots of great people here from different backgrounds on different levels of life. While I don't necessarilly see any "best friends" like the kind I have back in the US, there's lots of potential.
The beginning of the week, my hebrew teacher lost his mother to what seems like a quick illness. It was the first time I've seen Jewish mourning. The mourning includes not doing anything for a week. You sit in a chair that very low to the ground and people come to visit you. As a visitor, you don't speak until spoken to. I think that's great, because how many times does one need to hear "I'm sorry..." when there's nothing else to be said. The whole process is surprisingly relaxed.
Back in the states in 2 weeks!