The trip was amazing. We traveled from the tip of the Negrev down in Eliot (a stone’s throw from Egypt) all the way up into the Golan Heights (a [different] stone’s throw from Jordan).
- We visited parts of the West Bank that I don’t think you can get to anymore.
- Climbed Masada for a sunrise service before going for a swim in the dead sea (where it’s impossible to sink).
- Bargained for trinkets in the Arab quarter of the old city of Jerusalem.
- Toured any historic site you could think of, and then more. (The Western Wall, Bethlehem, The Dome of the Rock, Sefad, and many more.)
- We wept at Yad Vashem, and partied at night clubs in Tel Aviv.
- We even went snorkeling in the Red Sea while in Eilat.
While all of those a great memories I carry with me. I made one unexpected discovery that set me on an unexpected path: I got myself a Coca Cola. My intent was merely to quench my thirst, but after looking at it, I was amazed that the logo, while in Hebrew, was clearly identifiable. There was no question is was a Coca Cola. The lines flowed together and it looked just like the English logo.
That discovery led me to keep the can as a souvenir.
Almost 30 years later, I still have that can. It’s been smashed, dented and shaken up, but it is still full – and one of my all-time favorites.
It is the inspiration for the collection I am sharing with you on these pages. I have collected a few more cans and bottles on my own travels, but many have come from family and friends… and no matter the language, there is no doubt that each is a Coca Cola bottle.
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