The places we go are huge. Incomprehensible even. This might be Jaffa or Akko or Tzfat. I don’t remember to tell you the truth. I do remember that it was one of the few warm days when I was in Israel that winter. The sun was a beautiful relief after the cold in Jerusalem near Christmas. I remember the clock at the top of the tower that I was looking at. I’ll say it time and time again; you don’t have to remember everything. If you just take it all in, live in the moment, those moments are what you’ll keep.