Dekel's Eyelashes
A 100-word travel memory
Our waiter’s name was Dekel. He had the most amazing eyelashes I’ve ever seen and was friends with the lady I was traveling with.
While they caught up I ate a small piece of perfection in the form of a chocolate croissant.
The morning sunlight reflecting off the creamy Jerusalem limestone was warm like the hug of a long-lost friend, and I could’ve died ha…