i kind of like to cook? like, i'm ambivalent. it's a challenge, but i like feeling satisfied at the end when i'm sitting down to eat what i've made. and i like trying to cook something i haven't tried before.
i've visited Redmond; that was in Seattle in the US. dad had work there at the time. the other country i've visited was the United Arab Emirates, cause my maternal grandparents live in Abu Dhabi.
i've actually done a sort of homestay before, but it was part of fieldwork for my BA. it was arranged by the college and wasn't through any website; the college has a foundation so i think it was through that. i stayed in a village and so that came with the usual attendant discomforts. no phone signal, for instance. i was especially worried about toilets, because my seniors had had a pretty difficult experience with their fieldwork; some of them had had to make do with holes in the ground. and the problem is fieldwork was a compulsory component of the degree, carried credits.
- the girls had the great luck to find someone to put us up who had a toilet attached to the house instead of an outdoor toilet (of course no commodes) but the boys had no such luck

we had running water, too, but the boys had to fetch water.
but the food was amazing, the family who put us up were sweethearts. we walked everywhere (while avoiding cowpats lol). towards the end though my period visited and it had skipped a month so it was BAD and i had to skip out on the fieldwork and stay in the house. i felt super guilty cause i was just laying in bed, eating and taking up the toilet but i suspect hormones were partly responsible for the bad feeligs lol and maybe they didn't think i was a burden. i think them being so nice to me made me guiltier or something stupid like that

the lady i was staying with made turmeric milk to help with my cramps, and she let me enter the kitchen even though i was on my period, she thought nothing of it. so all that stuff about more traditions/superstitions in villages isn't necessarily true- we did visit a neighbouring village tho, where the women had to leave the village and stay in the outskirts every time they were menstruating or giving birth. they had to take care of themselves. the shelter they'd built for that didn't even have a roof. i really thought they should have a choice, but we were supposed to only observe, not judge/comment.
okay oops i rambled. happy journey to Tel Aviv, that's awesome! i'm jealous of all the travelling you've been able to do but also, like, #goals and all that