“Where are you going?” the grizzled, shaggy-bearded driver barked at me. After 15 hours of traveling, I was sandwiched between tourists on an Israeli shuttle en route from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. Back in the States, I thought I had planned this trip meticulously.
But I had forgotten to write down one important detail: the address of my hostel.
I knew it was close to the headquarters of PresenTense, the organization that had brought me to Israel for a fellowship program that helps budding entrepreneurs develop businesses.
“Ehmm, around … 14 Hillel Street,” …