Where has the week gone? I arrived back in Israel last Friday (stumbling home in the middle of the night). Long, boring, uneventful flights. Uneventful, long, boring layovers. The trip left me sleep-deprived and jet-lagged, but, as many people have pointed out, “uneventful” is the best you can hope for in travel adjectives these days.
A few trip highlights:
- Seeing family, of course.
- Pacific Northwest Ballet’s “mixed grill” performance, which included The Seasons, Petit Mort, and West Side Story Suite (Seattle).
- The Amelia Earhart exhibit at the Museum of Flight (Seattle).
- The samurai exhibit at the Met (NYC).
- Circumcise Me: Yisroel Cambell’s one-man show (NYC).
- Eating at that crazy Indian restaurant with my nephew (Washington, DC).
- Getting clobbered at cribbage by my dad and Dr. Shuman.
- Long walks in the rain (various).
- Doing the Market (Pike Place Market) with my dad and having a few of the old-timers recognize him (Seattle).
- Visiting the renovated Eldridge Street Shul (NYC).
- Eating in a hole-in-the-wall place in Chinatown with my sister (NYC).
- Visiting the very active Puget Sound chapter of STC (Bellevue).
There’s lots more, including a sad visit to Denise’s grave, but there is no doubt that I returned with more memories than things.
Terri is thrilled that I am home, but has already lost her new ball (ran off with it on this morning’s walk and dropped it somewhere in the bushes). She was in a rush to run away long enough to scarf up some illicit chicken bones from the garbage. Five minutes later, she is begging me to throw the nonexistent ball. I guess dogs are not known for having great memory.
BTW, Terri scores a photo on the STC blog. Since I was on the road when I wrote it and had limited photos on my laptop, it isn’t a great photo, but still, no one else blogged about their pet! Ha!