Getting Home: More than Clicking Heels
GREENSBORO--If my flight to Israel was a dream, my flight home was a nightmare.
From Israel: At the airport three hours in advance. Security took two and now we have a much more intimate relationship. (Hint: bag your toiletries in plastic!) Thirteen hours in the air. A packed plane. Headwind. Storms. Turbulence. Crying babies (poor things). Attendants overworked and unresponsive. Video system died at the climax of my and others' movies.
From Newark: Long immigration lines. Agents computers crash. Rechecking of bags (now heavier). More storms. Plane delayed three hours. Aggressive turbulence causes plane to tilt (I had to close my window).
Twenty-four hours later I made it to my front door.
The body is amazing - that it can undertake such strain and stay awake, alert.
Well, before it falls apart, that is.
Doc told me I have Tracheitis. That's an infection of the, you guessed it, Trachea...and includes among the symptoms, severe chest pains. Not an adventure I was looking to come back for.
But it's good to be home, to be cuddled up with my dogs. To have had Dad's smile greet me at the airport.
As I recover with the help of strong drugs, I contemplate my trip. There is still so much to share, so much to digest.
The journey has not ended. I hope you stay aboard.
Shalom, Salaam, Peace,
Faun
