Out the door this morning for an early am departure for the land of milk and honey ( of which in all my trips to Eretz Yisrael I have seen neither). Surprisingly the airport was packed at 5:30 am, which was not something I was prepared for. Especially going through security. It would seem George Clooney’s advice still holds true:
I had the misfortune of being behind a group of (rather attractive) young women going on holiday together, by appearances. Every one of them got their bags searched. For what reason, I know not why.
I also again learned to my disappointment- that I must speak German with a pronounced American accent. When I asked for something from the guy behind the counter in German, he answered me in English. What? No points for trying?
Time to board the plane soon so I leave you with one of the everlasting paradoxes of our time. This hits remarkably close to home I think.
