How we met
Our story
A beach, a book, two languages, and one very well-timed walk home.

The biggest book he'd ever seen
Talya was on the beach, minding her own business, reading a book. Not a beach read. A serious, hardcover, could-double-as-a-doorstop book.
Sahar was there with a friend. He noticed the girl. Then he noticed the book. He walked over and opened with the smoothest line available to him: that it was the biggest book he had ever seen in his life.
It worked. Sort of.

Lost in translation
They started talking in Hebrew. It was going well, which is exactly when Talya got flustered and switched to English mid-sentence.
Sahar took the language change as a polite way of saying "please go away." He went away.

The return(s)
He came back to check in. Talya, who was in fact very interested and also very shy, gave him nothing to work with. He left again. He came back again. Still shy. Still nothing.
Eventually he left and did not come back. Talya watched the spot where he'd been, decided he must have gone home, got sad about it, packed up her enormous book and left too.

The boardwalk
Halfway home along the boardwalk, she ran straight into him. He had left the beach at the exact same moment, from a different exit, with no idea she was behind him.
He recognized her immediately (the book helped). This time he skipped the small talk and asked for her number. They went out the next day.
First date: Renee, a little wine bar in Tel Aviv. It's on the list below. Go.

Inseparable (mostly)
They've been inseparable ever since, give or take one Atlantic Ocean, several time zones, and a frankly heroic number of long-haul flights.
Then one evening on a beach lined with white roses and candles, Sahar got down on one knee. Talya laughed, cried, and covered her face, in that order. Then she said yes. On December 31 the ocean finally stops being a problem.

