My goodness. Nineteen months? One year and seven months since I've posted and so much has happened, too! Shortly after my 'trip of a lifetime' to SE Asia, I was invited to go to Israel. Wait. I'm jumping ahead. While blogging about the three days of delirium from jet-lag wouldn't be very interesting (although might have produced some fodder for a home video show if recorded), it was truly epic. I had no idea that jet-lag could be so disabling. The first day was totally unaccounted for. My day consisted of wandering from room to room checking to see if my kids were ok, then plopping down where ever they happened to be and losing consciousness. Rinse and repeat for the next two days. So pathetic!! (A dear friend of mine travels to that part of the world with great frequency. He had just returned at a time when I was visiting and I was so disappointed he wouldn't tell a bunch of fun stories of his adventures. Ha! Now I see what sacrifice it was that he was upright and not drooling!)
After the jet-lag subsided and I was back into my regular routine, I often reflected on the sweet gift that trip had been. I was pretty sure it wouldn't happen again and had a list of reasons why it wouldn't. Six months later, a letter in the mail arrived. It included an invitation for another trip, led by the same group...to Israel. Oh, mercy! How do you NOT go to Israel? I prayed. Then started packing.
The trip was filled with interesting information, sweet friendships and heartbreaking revelations. There's your compressed file of my Israel trip. I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
