Tel Aviv: Hummus, Heatwaves & Hot People

Tel Aviv isn’t a city. She’s a situationship. Gorgeous, intense, slightly toxic — and you know you’ll go back anyway. I touched down and instantly started sweating… not sure if it was the actual heat or the hot population density. Like seriously, who told them all to be this tan, this confident, and this good at eye contact? • Breakfast: shakshuka and someone’s son. • Afternoon: sweating through linen, flirting in broken English, falling in love over iced coffee. • Night: tequila, techno, and texting my bestie “I’m never leaving.” The beach? Immaculate. The energy? Horny. The people? Look like they do Pilates and politics. And Jaffa? Feels like the backdrop of a historical drama where I have forbidden lovers and a mysterious past life as a spice trader. By 2 a.m., I was barefoot, on a rooftop, listening to deep house and reconsidering every life decision I’ve ever made — in the best way. Tel Aviv isn’t just hot. She’s humid, holy, and high-key unhinged. #aprilblooms #telavivtales #shukflirtations #hotcityhotmess