Nothing has shaped me quite like the five months on IBC. Nothing has had quite the immediate and direct impact on me before or since. Even after several years, I still constantly find myself drawn back into memories and stories from what was essentially the best thing I’ve ever done, full stop. This was the kind of structured freedom distilled happiness that seems remarkably unattainable. No day was a dull day on IBC and I feel that even the days I spent languidly chatting on the beach with a smoothie were days that were filled to the brim with memorable experiences. IBC somehow manages to keep you occupied while giving you time to relax; to give you the space to do what you want in a well-planned environment. On top of all this, all the experiences I was able to participate in seemed to connect me in one way or another to my Judaism and connection to Israel and that is something which will truly remain with me forever.
Personally, I came on IBC with one main goal: make friends. And after what felt like a short half year, I’d felt I’d made ninety new friends with whom I still remain connected to years later. We worked together, ate together, sweated together, chilled and laughed together. IBC is a special program. Not because of the amazing places you go or the incredible things you do but because of the type of person it attracts. My favourite kind of person: an IBC person.
I would give the world to go on IBC for the first time again. It is truly an incomparable experience that presents itself only once in a lifetime. I do not regret a single day of IBC and I strongly encourage everyone who is even slightly interested to give it some thought.