I’m here T,
I tried writing this letter at the airport, on the plane and even last night just before I crashed from a full day with jet lag finally sending me off to bed before I could put a full letter together. So here, just before the family wakes and house meets a new day, I’m thinking about you and our early morning wake ups closer to the sea with our cups of instant coffee and bowls of cold cereal and my camera ready for the first shots as Israeli daylight welcomed us back.
Here, in Ami’s lovely guest bedroom, complete with a private bathroom just for you, I’m remembering our conversations about a spring visit and here we would be together waking to something very different and that’s a good thing, right?
I’m feeling you with me with every step and every conversation and every plan I make.
I arrived yesterday morning after a very comfortable flight complete with an empty seat next to me, just for you, maybe the only empty seat on the plane.
Ami, Mihael and Mia waved as the doors opened and my very heavy bags were taken up immediately by the trio. I was home and in the warm sunshine, smiling into the familiar as we climbed into the SUV and headed out onto Shabbat-empty roads.
In record time were parked at the house on Stein looks and after Adi’s magic touch the place looks better than I remember. You would be walking around, grinning” It’s a dream, a dream!” and of course Maggie, the new member of the fam has a spiffy new crate to get used to.
A lovely breakfast of fresh challah, salads and scrambled eggs and instant coffee- just what I needed after a sampling of a sad United effort back at the plane.UGH!
With just enough time to freshen up and acclimate, we were off on the long walk from the house, to the sea, through Yafo and back home again.
Even though the weather was horrible just the day before, yesterday it was perfect for my return and the walking, the open air market in Yafo for snaking, the meandering through the neighborhoods we always loved was easier than I thought it would be.
It’s easy to be here with the family. It’s the best way to be back if I can’t be back here with you. Friend meet-ups begin today with Jonathan after in the afternoon and the calendar filling up for the days ahead.
Tears are flooding in as I finish this first piece. I hear Ami downstairs moving around, heating up the first coffee of the day. I’m wondering how it might have been if we were up and moving down there with him. Guess I’ll have to continue just being for both of us.
Miss you T,