On the festival of love, JPost readers share how their relationships blossomed in the holy land

The year was 1973. I was 17-years-old and on tour in Israel with a group. We were staying in a kibbutz in the north. One night we were around a campfire when I noticed a young man staring at me. I was told he was French, but serving in the Israeli army. I …

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