We arrived last night at Ben Gurion airport and were graciously greeted by Esther, our trip coordinator. A hum of excitement rose from our pack of eager Wajews as we waited by the baggage claim for our luggage. The buzz started to die down after learning that Ali's bag had decided to hang back in Rome instead of following us to Tel Aviv like everyone else's. Our bus waited for us in the second parking spot outside the door, and we took turns playing tetris with 39 out of 40 bags in the belly of our noble steed while the rest of us converted dollars into shekels with a nice man who resembled Olivander from Harry Potter in his early fifties. |
Adam Perlstein