Israel Journal: Day the First
And I so wanted to write about the surreal feeling up being in flight, seemingly motionless while traveling at 500+ miles per hour. Or was that kilometers…the thrill of watching the live map of our route, first circling north over Nova Scotia, and beginning the long traverse over the Atlantic Ocean. I wanted to express the thrill I felt as we finally saw a land mass (although we flew over several island systems in th Atlantic before reaching Europe). Flying over Marseilles. The thrill of flying over the boot of Italy knowing that we are over the Mediterranean, and very close. I was counting down the hours: from Marseilles or London, about 4 hours left to this interminable flight—about the same as from my neck of the woods in the Mountain States to New York’s JFK airport. And then, finally, a slightly bumpy landing at Ben Gurion Airport. In the cabin, everyone applauded the pilots—still and only the only airline as far as I’m aware, where the passengers react this way, just because it’s Israel.