I would like to let you in on something-I am Israeli and I flew all the way from Israel to America just to go to Camp Yavneh for a month or two. Nothing I've ever done can compare to the incredible experience of Camp Yavneh!

We stood in the middle of the field, all hugging, all crying, all not wanting to go home. It was the last day of camp, and while I knew that I had to get on the bus to the airport, I desperately did not want to leave Camp Yavneh. The Jewish summer camp had been my home for the past two months- the same way that it had been during the six previous summers.