Arrive Tel Aviv

View from our room in Tel Aviv

The flight from New York to Tel Aviv was fine, just 10 hours long. I am sure Jim and I were the only two on the flight not Jewish. About half way through the flight, they ask for a doctor. Half the passengers get up to go help, must be doctors or nurses and the other half get up to pray for the patient or give a business card for legal services. Jim and I just sat and tried to sleep.

Actually, the people on the plane showed a wonderful sense of community.  I know they all did not know each other, but they all showed a common bond and caring that was nice to see.

The Intercontinental hotel is really very nice. However, it is obvious that we are not in the US.  When the cab brought us to the hotel, we have to stop at a gate and have a security guard check the cab, open the trunk before we can drive up to the front door.

We are both tired and will try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is Jim’s birthday, the big 50. Guess we will have to do whatever he wants. What a sacrifice!