The shoes are green. And pink. And yellow. And orange. They are crazy and Israeli and they are beautiful.
I love them so much that as soon as Shabbat started the shoes went on, and they didn’t come off until late Saturday night. I walked all over my neighborhood and the surrounding neighborhoods. I walked around downtown. I walked a LOT. This was not the wisest way to break in my new shoes, but whatever. The shoes are really, amazingly cool, even if my feet are KILLING me now.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go rebandage my blisters.