Something like a dream

It's funny, I was thinking today about Boston, and a little over than a month ago. My life there, like a dream. SO completely different from here. For one, little things like having to be concerned that my shoulders are decently covered when I leave my neighborhood, not being able to have a cheeseburger, or turkey cheese sandwich, etc, to huge things like not having a BLOODY clue what the signs say. It's worse than Greek. Although, I have learned 6 of the 22 letters of the "aleph bet,"and I can order a large latte to go (Cafe afoukh godol bavakasha....lahahat....) and count to ten, and that's about it. Furthermore, this is the first place I've been where I have NO concept of the language, no rudimentary knowledge, nada, nothing. At least my Russian is coming in handy.
Yesterday a few of us went to the beach in Tel Aviv. Fun city, although, I'm tired of fun.
I go to church in the Old City, which was built on top of the ruins of Roman Jerusalem. It's Christ Church Anglican, one of the first Protestant churches in the Middle East. Sometimes it's absolutely SURREAL. I mean, William Wilburforce, THE abolitionist, helped to establish this church. Furthermore, being a believer (Christian is a dirty word here), when the Bible says stuff about Judea, Samaria, Syria, Lebanon, wherever, I mean, I actually know what the Bible is talking about. It's not figurative, but VERY real. I don't quite know how to handle that yet.

Any suggestions... :p