Boston take-off. 8 hours, AlItalia, cramped bucket seats. Dinner then breakfast, the blink of an eye. World's worst in-flight movie. Rome layover: Latte, brioche in the middle of the night. Outside, a sunny Italian day. Brusque woman runs me down at the terminal gate, doesn't glance back. Three hours to Tel Aviv. Harried shuttle across the scrub land to Jerusalem, starry-eyed Jewish boys gushing life's every wonder across every kilometer. 9 Gihon, Suzi's apartment, desert winds across open air, tapestries waving in the windows. Today became tomorrow somewhere over the Mediterranean.
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So very, very glad that you are on the ground safe and sound. Sending lots of wonderful thoughts your way for a great adventure abroad.
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