This will be my final entry for It's Never Too late. My purpose was to take Bob to Israel and to feel how it would be to perhaps make Aliyah with him. It was too late for Bob. He did enjoy himself. He liked our walks to
the park. He liked the trips to the gracery store where he sat outside and I went past the security guy with my old lady cart and shopped .I never really knew what I was getting ,unless it was a fruit or a vegetable. Those are universal. An eggplant in Israel
looks like an eggplant in Chicago or Venice.
But the experiment of living in Israel just did not work. For one of us, there was no spark, no sense of adventure. I'm sad that it ended this way. I will end by
saying that sometimes it is too late and I just have to accept that.
I own this site, so who knows, I may come back again. It is also said that you can't go home again. Maybe Israel isn't meant to be my home. We
found Venice. Maybe this is where I was meant to be.