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(That's Arabic slang for "cool")
I'm sitting at a table at a restaurant in JFK waiting for my breakfast. My flight back to Buffalo isn't for another 5-ish hours.
There is so much I want to say about the past ten days. About the beauty of the land, and the people, about the food and the customs, about the history, the stories-- so many stories-- I was told, and the feelings I had seeing the Mediterranean Sea with my own eyes, and touching the Western Wall, and driving through the West Bank... And also about having a fever my second night in Jerusalem, and pretty much being too sick to enjoy 50% of the end of the trip, and the peak bonding times with my fellow travelers.
But I think I'll wait to do that tomorrow, when I can take the day to reflect after a good night's sleep in my own bed, beside my beloved, surrounded by my kittehs. Also, there will be pictures that way.
Sababa? Sababa.
I'm sitting at a table at a restaurant in JFK waiting for my breakfast. My flight back to Buffalo isn't for another 5-ish hours.
There is so much I want to say about the past ten days. About the beauty of the land, and the people, about the food and the customs, about the history, the stories-- so many stories-- I was told, and the feelings I had seeing the Mediterranean Sea with my own eyes, and touching the Western Wall, and driving through the West Bank... And also about having a fever my second night in Jerusalem, and pretty much being too sick to enjoy 50% of the end of the trip, and the peak bonding times with my fellow travelers.
But I think I'll wait to do that tomorrow, when I can take the day to reflect after a good night's sleep in my own bed, beside my beloved, surrounded by my kittehs. Also, there will be pictures that way.
Sababa? Sababa.
