Exiting Jerusalem on a Friday morning.
The feeling that I experience before a Shabbat in Israel is mirrored by the feeling that I experience when I am on my way back into Jerusalem the next Saturday night. That emotion of knowing that you are coming home, has the ability to fill me up with golden tears every single time.
NOTE: One of my most cherished traits of Israel is the way in which each individual on a bus, train or light-rail will stand up and offer their seat to an older person. Seeing this happen fills me with pride for the rest of that day- which is more than often.