...she was wearing pink, striped, fuzzy...

I've been jet-setting (really just visiting family) for the past two weeks, and even though I was away from Israel, I didn't escape the Israelis.  When I travel, my ears always perk up at the sound of Hebrew, whether it's in the bathroom, on the plane, at a restaurant, or in an airport terminal.  I usually don't do anything besides smile a bit.  (My mom is an expert at initiating conversation with Israelis in foreign countries, but I didn't get that gene.)

My first flight from Israel was mostly Israelis, and surprisingly, my second flight to Florida was too.  One woman in particular stands out.  She spoke almost no English and was lugging around a ton of shopping bags.  It was so Israeli when I glanced down at her feet only to find fuzzy animal slippers.  I understand flying is exhausting and we all like to be a bit comfortable, but on the floor of the terminal?  Or at baggage claim after a domestic flight?  It made me smile and miss Israel just a bit.

My other flights weren't as Israeli.  I managed to find the one Israeli on my flight from Chicago to Toronto, and I guess he shares the gene my mother has because we chatted most of the five-hour layover before heading to Israel.  All in all, my flying was surprisingly pleasant. Just about all of my flights left on time, and a few even landed early; nothing was too full, and I slept and ate well.  Flying hasn't been that enjoyable since the 90s.

Now I am back to home and settled into exams.  I have been studying like a mad-woman and praying that my Hebrew is good enough to understand my multiple choice exam questions.  Wish me luck.  Hopefully nothing too Israeli happens this week because I need to pass these tests!