It's 6 AM my stomach wants to eat itself.

Yeah, definitely jet lagged.

Anyway, just went stumbling around the streets of downtown Tel-Aviv, glad to find that unlike San Diego (same west coast sea sort of deal) my sense of direction is still pretty good.  I traveled down to a local market place, the light was terrible for shooting, I might return this evening or tomorrow morning in hopes of catching some better light.  I'm amazed at a few things, first there are really people walking around in the traditional black dress that is associated with Judaism, secondly, Tel-Aviv is big and busy, like New York big and busy (hence the driving I suppose).   The biggest difference I suppose is that people are talkative and generally nice here.  Thirdly, Architecture.  The way Tel-Aviv is constructed is incredible.  It's a mix of new and old.  The new, glistening, 50 story monsters of steel and glass, embrazed with Marriot or some bank raising out of the two and three story construction of cracked plaster and concrete with the natural, desert colors of brown and tan create a stark contrast.

More to come, I need to do something or go to sleep.  Probably do something.