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My wondrous, last-minute trip to Israel now feels a little bit miraculous to me

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29.11.2021

When all the signs indicated that Israel would reopen her doors to tourists on November 1, 2021, I bought a plane ticket for mid-November. Nearly three years had passed since I’d seen my Israeli loved ones, since I’d spent days speaking only Hebrew. A part of my soul had gone dry; the fuel to replenish it is only found in Israel.

“I’m coming now,” I told my loved ones, “Who knows when the next wave will hit? Who knows how long the doors will stay open?”

I read the guidelines for tourists obsessively, scheduled a PCR test, filled out pages of online forms, and printed out copies of everything. I was excited but also guarded. “I’ll believe I’m really going to Israel when the plane to Ben Gurion takes off with me on it,” I said.

When I checked in for my flight to New York, the airline agent scrutinized every single document I brought. It took a long time. At last, he handed me boarding passes on which the words ‘DOCS OKAYED” appeared. “I’m taking that as a YES,” I texted to my family.

I landed in New York and boarded the plane to Ben Gurion in a state of euphoria. When the plane taxied........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)


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