On a high school summer break, Orna and I took a trip to Tel Aviv, unchaperoned for the first time. (To the eyebrow raisers: yes, I skipped the Arad Music Festivals and the Kineret bonfires. I’m a late bloomer, what can I tell you.) We booked a hostel at HaYarkon St., and formed a plan to conquer all mandatory sights of the city. Early morning on designated day, excited with sudden independence, we took the 846 bus leaving Carmiel.