We arrived safely in Israel. So did our four boxes, three suitcases, three backpacks, two carry-on items, stroller, and car seat.
We must have somehow channeled some of Keanu Reaves’ power to transform reality because our seven checked bags/boxes were exactly 47-50 pounds each. We were watching the scale and giving each other amazed high-fives. Only one or two were a few pounds overweight, so we moved the items to the 43-pound box, and all was well.
Despite our earlier worries about visas, Rafi’s incorrect (1917) birthday was not brought up at passport control. Maybe the official didn’t notice, or maybe he scanned it and it came up correct in the computer. He was surprised that our visas were good for only one month…hopefully all will go well with the extension at the Ministry of the Interior.
It’s been terrific to practice my Hebrew, or at least what little I’ve been able to speak in a few hours here and on the plane. I feel less pressure to perform than in America, and I’m keeping an eye out for phrases that I’ll need to know like “customer service” (sherut lekochot/שרות לקוחות). Rafi, by the way, held true to his statement that Hebrew is for Israel and has started cooperating with learning Hebrew.
The scenery is beautiful. I’ve never been here in the winter before, and I’m surprised at how green everything is. Jeff, on the other hand, has never seen Israel’s sun because he came in January during two weeks of rain.
P.S. Now only if Rafi will sleep through the night. -Jeff