I WISH I’d had my hands on this guide before my trip to Israel.
Many of my memories of Tel Aviv are blurred around the edges. I was vaguely aware of the city’s reputation for debauchery before arriving, and naively thought the raucous Danes had taught me how to party properly. On my first night at the hostel, I told an Israeli guy I was thinking about hitting up the Diaspora Museum the following morning and he laughed in my face.