This will be ORANGE for a reason.

The reason is that it's about Orange cellphones, not orange, Orange. It's the name of a popular Israeli cellphone company.

Last night something very peculiar happened on the way to the wedding in Kibbutz Tirat Tzvi. Some of you may know already, but for me it was a shock.

We took the Shvut Rachel/Achiya road to Kvish Alon, the Alon Road that's in the Jordan Valley. Yes, if you're not too aware of Israeli geography, Shiloh is just a mile or so west of the Jordan Valley, as the crow flies. After riding just a few minutes, we began getting strange messages on our Orange phones, informing us that we were in Jordan, or at least its cell phone air space. As we rode further north, new messages appeared. Would you believe Syria? I kid you not.

We all know that Israel is a very small country with many different climates, just minutes apart, but for my cellphone to claim that I had entered two other countries in an hour.

That's just too much, even for me.