How strange it feels to let down one’s guard on the streets of Tel Aviv.  To have lunch with kids in the middle of a crowded street.  I know I’ve been doing it for months but I still can’t take it for granted.  Now I can pay attention to the strange clothes and hairstyles of the crowds and not if they are wearing masks or not.  Now I can actually listen to the stories of what the kids are up to and not worry if the children have been exposed to the virus. 

The restaurant of choice for my granddaughter is Mateo on Bograshov.  I chose less wisely and ordered a mere hamburger but the kids ate Italian and relished every bite.