At times, people can be somewhat mystified why Jews have such an attachment to Israel. It is not something quantitative. It cannot be measured. It is something in the soul. Pictures of Israel drew me to what I had always known: I belong there to live fully as a Jew. And I have not given up on the dream of moving to the little town with its vineyards nestled on the shore by the Mediterranean Sea.
And when I read posts like this one, the hope of moving there becomes even more palpable.
And another connection.