Israel: Will We Ever Get There?

Our trip to Israel got off to an inauspicious start even before we left Kansas City.  Our cell phones started ringing within seconds of each other first thing Thursday morning with disappointing news. Delta airlines automated messaging service was informing us our flight out of New York to Tel Aviv was going to be a couple of hours late.  As we headed to Atlanta we received more dueling calls letting us know that it was now 4 hours late.  Realizing there was not much we could do about it we took the news in stride and laughed it off… it got worse!  After deplaning in New York we learned it was now going to be 9 hours late!  Now that was frustrating as it meant we had to leave the airport and head to a hotel for a few hours without our bags and fresh clothes.  Note - women do not like this!   [Editor’s note:  He’s talking about himself!] The upside was at least we got to shower, lay down and try to get some sleep.  Having to stay caged up in a transit lounge for 9 hours would have driven me nutty.  It was very cold and rainy outside the airport and of course we had no coats therefore stood and shivered while waiting for the hotel shuttle to arrive.  That warm hotel room and hot shower was sounding really good standing there as the cold wind went right through us.

We finally got to the hotel around 7 PM, found our room and then headed downstairs to find some dinner.  I ordered spinach & mushroom pasta which I must say was really good and the highlight of a rather anticlimactic day.  At 3:30 AM the alarm went off and we pulled our weary bodies with foggy minds out of bed and made our way downstairs to the shuttle.  The driver was nice enough to take us directly to Terminal 3 vs. having to ride the AirTrain through the rest of the airport.  As we walked in JFK, it was eerie.  Typically the airport is a bustle of activity with people from every nation of the world hurriedly racing through its corridors onto their next destination.  At 4 AM it’s a ghost town with nary a soul to be seen.  Fortunately, the one vendor open was Dunkin Donuts.  Ahhh… coffee and some donuts to try and wake up to.  We sat around for awhile until they were ready to board and leave at 5:45.  Did we leave at 5:45?  Of course not!!!  One passenger decided they didn’t want to take the flight so they had to take off all the cargo containers with our suitcases in them to try and find theirs.  An hour later we finally lifted off the ground and made our way over the pond and on to The Promised Land.

Note: This entry was edited by Elizabeth as the author’s brain is still a bit foggy!

 

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