By Tamar Gelb, Me'ohr Bais Yaakov
As nobody famous once said, "Dirt, dirt everywhere, but nothing to plant."
Driving for four hours in the desert of Israel, one can either go crazy from the mere desolation or crazy from the breathtaking beauty of the endless sand.
A blind person might see the endless peaks of sand mountains and go back to their music; but I, I just can't get enough of it.
As the cozy bus hums along the winding road I stare out of the large window, my reflection dimly stares back at me. Yet all i see are the rolling hills of beige sand, then a few miles of flat...
