By Ariana Kamran, Bar Ilan University Israel Experience
“Excuse me!” I screamed from the back seat of the Dan bus heading to Hof Yerushalayim, Jerusalem Beach, in Tel Aviv. “Can you please turn up the music!?”
“Mah?” the bus driver asked.
Book bag latched onto my back, I ran to the front of the bus, and asked the driver—this time with hand motions and much more enunciation--to turn up the volume. The driver smiled and turned the knob, while my friends and I attempted to sing the Israeli song we’d heard millions of times—without knowing any of the lyrics.
From the second I stepped off the plane from Atlanta and into Ben Gurion Airport, ready to begin my gap year in Israel through Masa Israel’s...








