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Flight Time
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
While I am looking forward to my trip to Israel in a couple of weeks, the stuff that I am most excited about isn't necessarily what you might think it is. It isn't being in the holy city of Jerusalem, or spending a beautiful Shabbat day in the coastal resort town of Eilat. It isn't even enjoying my FAVORITE breakfast of all time - Israeli cottage cheese and a big salad. Almost everything I am most looking forward to will actually happen on the plane on the way there. I kind of can't believe that I'm even saying (or thinking this).
I think that the flight is around 14 hours direct. That means 14 hours of "me" time (plus extra time in the airport before my flight). I will be able to watch movies, listen to music, sleep and read whatever I want. (And, yes, I will be sitting in coach). Flying lately means having a baby on my lap, who is bored and fussing when I am lucky; crying and screaming when I am not. There is no reading (HA) or listening to music (the headphones would be pulled out of my ears in two seconds) or watching tv/movies (same). Since it is an international flight - I might even have a couple of drinks - and I don't even necessarily mean alcoholic ones - I just mean drinks that won't get spilled in my lap.
The truth is that I am not even complaining about flying with a baby. I am so lucky to have Mo. He can scream and cry and flail all over the place. I'll still cover his cheeks in kisses and throw dirty looks at anyone who complains about him. I am not excited AT ALL about being away from Mosie for a whole week. The thought is actually totally anxiety provoking - but I plan to enjoy the pants off those first 14 + hours.
I think that the flight is around 14 hours direct. That means 14 hours of "me" time (plus extra time in the airport before my flight). I will be able to watch movies, listen to music, sleep and read whatever I want. (And, yes, I will be sitting in coach). Flying lately means having a baby on my lap, who is bored and fussing when I am lucky; crying and screaming when I am not. There is no reading (HA) or listening to music (the headphones would be pulled out of my ears in two seconds) or watching tv/movies (same). Since it is an international flight - I might even have a couple of drinks - and I don't even necessarily mean alcoholic ones - I just mean drinks that won't get spilled in my lap.
The truth is that I am not even complaining about flying with a baby. I am so lucky to have Mo. He can scream and cry and flail all over the place. I'll still cover his cheeks in kisses and throw dirty looks at anyone who complains about him. I am not excited AT ALL about being away from Mosie for a whole week. The thought is actually totally anxiety provoking - but I plan to enjoy the pants off those first 14 + hours.
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