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Ode to Julian

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My bestest friend in the world had her first child on January 24th. A gorgeous little boy called Julian. Yes, I know January 24th was a little while ago, but he was born while I was still in Israel and as I live in Sydney and she lives in Melbourne, last week was the first opportunity I have had to meet the little man himself. I think he is adorable - and well, I just had to share...
Welcome to the the world Julian.

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All about Solid Gold Dancing in the Holy Land

I started this blog in April 2006 essentially on a whim because I was bored one day (big mistake). As time went on and the countdown to my return to Israel really began, the blog began to take shape, form and meaning (some of the time). I realise that it has become an outlet for my many varied and often jumbled emotions, but most of all it is tracking the adventure of a lifetime. Bookmark me and come along for the ride!