To market to market to buy some fresh figs?
Finally, I made it back to Israel. Six weeks and three continents are just too much. I never want to leave my apartment again. Or at least not until I get some sleep.
Still, I have to say, every time I fly back into Israel, into our brand new, state of the art gorgeous airport, I can’t help but miss the old brown and dimly lit one. Remember stepping off the plane onto the stair car and getting that rush as you inhaled the Israeli air? And the little buses that took you to the “Welcome to Israel” sign on the main building? It was so quaint. I also think the old airport prepared you so much more for the rinky-dink nature of the rest of the country. The new one deceives you into thinking that the rest of your time here will run that smoothly and have such nice high ceilings.
Nonetheless I’m happy to report that the Jewlicious plot for world domination is coming along nicely. Here’s ck plotting to storm the gates of Buckingham Palace later, while I am slowly taking over English communications and media, starting with public telephones, of course. We’ll get back at them for almost single handedly and irrevocably f*cking up the Middle East for us all. Mandate THAT Britain! After all, L is for Layover, and CK is for…uhh…
In any case, it is so good to be back.