Here's us posing under the shade of some Florida palm trees. I'm wearing my iconic Che Guevara hat to blend in with the locals. Not being identified as a tourist (like all my other kvutsah (club) members! Who's dorky now?!) allowed me to have some wonderfully frank, albeit ideologically heated discussions with the locals, who mistook me as their own.
We ain't in Israel anymore, so right from the beginning our madrichim (tour guides) stressed the important of affiliating oneself with the right gang. Here you can see Tzeitl and Yentl throwing up their "Bird" gang signs, with Michael in the back, who soon learns the hard way from some nearby youths to not "front in the Bird hood."
After this trip of a lifetime, we all made it back in one piece. Now we're back on the kibbutz, farming and arguing as usual.