My Israel Trip Alphabet
It can be so hard to capture what one feels from the sights, smells, interactions, and experiences on a trip. But some things will stand out, and the more personal it gets, the more meaningful it is, and the more worthwhile the expense and time. These are definitely worth recording. But how? After tinkering with using chronology, itinerary, and other angles, I decided to use the (English) alphabet to do just this. So here goes the first installment of the A-Z of Jenni’s Israel trip, with three entries for the letter ‘A’!
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Alamat — this is a patois expression we use when one is flummoxed and the emotional alchemy is one of irritability, bewilderment, and a dash of embarrassment. This is how my trip began, and this is what happened:
the Turkish flight was pleasant enough despite the rather non-responsive flight crew, and after more than sixteen hours of air and road travel, we were definitely looking forward to plonking down in our hotel to gather our wits.
Ibrahim our chartered driver sounded very confident through his limited English after our confused attempts to locate him at the airport pick-up. He drove furiously for the hour and we stopped on a narrow lane next to a cafe. The street we had booked our hotel is on the city’s light rail route and no cars ply it unless it’s marked ‘police’. So, we got our bags and crossed…