Letters to Tuvia#280 Remembering Our Jet Lag (8-11-16)

Morning T,    I just finished a letter to you and pressed post and nothing happened, nothing saved. I could take my new iPad and throw it against one of the walls for my tiny room but no, I won’t. Not really me, right?

  But I wish I had it. I’ve been working on it for a least an hour but you know what they say, this draft that I’m furiously wring will be even better, that’s if it saves. Fingers crossed.
Jet lag… Wide awake in the darkness, when you know it would be so much better to be asleep but you just can’t, and now that the Olympics are in full swing, In have playing in English.
And I’m remembering, how to together, we made jet lag work for us. 

 Our first trip to Israel together and we were staying at your favorite Haifa hotel while we visited your sister Dori. Even though the place had seen better days, especially in our room we laughed when a piece of the ceiling fell on my head. ahhh, young love.


Both up at 4am we grabbed up the bedding and headed out to the merpeset(our narrow balcony) and listened together to the morning sounds, creating a shared Israeli life, embracing jet lag to fit us.


 As we built our jet lag life together in more luxurious spaces you would make us instant coffee and I would fill bowls of cold cereal, with spoonfuls of strawberry jam. We would talk, I would take photos from our Tel Aviv balcony and in the early daylight we would head back to bed for an extra hour or two before our official day would begin with that first walk at the sea and real breakfast on the deck of Banana Beach. I can see it, taste it see you… We took on jet lag and made it work for us.
And now in Amsterdam, a city we never got to share, early on this cloudy morning, Im feeling both lost without and anchored here in an empty dining room with a small,cup of rich coffee and some classical music.
It’s hard being here without you… It’s sweet sharing it with Eddie and Sharon as we spent the first day strolling…


You are here and you’re not… I am miserable and I’m not… 
That’s my life August 21, 2015- now…

Life continues to bring me tears of you daily and the will to keep getting up from the couch and out the door often when I don’t want to.

 Bonnie S.

2 thoughts

  1. Sending good wishes for a lovely trip and new experiences, Bonnie. I often think that I’m dong these things for Arvie, too! My son & family were just there a few weeks ago, and loved all the waterways. Hugs!

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