That is the state of affairs here right now. A reference to the song by Soundgarden, the expression describes a time when someone looks fabulous on the outside, fresh and free-range and organic like California, but feels awful on the inside, humid and mosquito-ridden or cold and slushy like variations on the theme of Minnesota.
The past day or so have been just like this for me. Abandoning as I have the light, loose, layer-y wardrobe of I've worn so far in Israel due to the sudden cold snap (!) the past two days have been very California from a fashion standpoint: a cozy-yet-modern parade of North Face fleece and Gap turtlenecks and Benetton cardigans and Banana Republic jeans and REI wool socks and Keens from Rabat on 24th Street. Rounding out the look has been the Timbuk2 bag and the single most resounding proof that I'm from the States--the aforementioned iBook, a complete anomaly here. So my cover is blown, no matter how Jerusalem I've tried to be in appearance it is very clear from my look that no matter how hard I try to hide it, I am 100% from California.
At the same time I have been sick with what feels like some torture-inducing Middle Eastern version of the Ebola virus, eating only toast with salted butter and drinking only tea for the past three days, never really hungry and always kind of floppy and feeling very Minnesota indeed. A field trip to the roof of the university with Ido yesterday to view the entire expanse of landscape, from Gilo to the desert and the Mount of Olives almost to Tel Aviv, rallied my spirits but otherwise it has been an underwhelming few days.
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So sorry to hear you aren't feeling well. Just got your letter and once I get done reading it, I will send you an email so be on the look out. Hope you feel better soon.
-Mr. Faulkner
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