Roughly 13 months ago, I was about to have a heart attack. My husband, Greg, works from home for Red Hat while the team he works with on a daily basis is located in Israel. One day, his boss just randomly asked him if he’d like to visit Israel to work on-site for a while and to meet his co-workers. Greg thought that’d be awesome, so he asked when this trip would take place. His boss said he’d like him to come in two weeks and stay for about three weeks. TWO WEEKS people. I think now is an appropriate time to mention that Greg lacked a passport, luggage, and pretty much everything required for a trip of this nature. More importantly, my passport was expired, and I certainly was not going to let him have this once-in-a-lifetime experience without me. After running around like crazy people (and did I mention ordering an insane amount of items from Zappos and Amazon?), Greg flew off to Israel. I joined him there a week later since one of our kitties, Caesar Brutus, unexpectedly went into heart failure. Thankfully, Caesar stabilized and my mom stayed with him at our house, enabling me to go on the trip. After my 22 hour solo flight, I finally arrived in Tel-Aviv. There’s nothing quite like arriving in a foreign country and not knowing how you are going to get to your hotel, the Dan Accadia. My husband was supposed to email me to let me know if he was meeting me at the airport. That seemed like a great plan until I couldn’t connect to the airport’s Wi-Fi to check my email. I finally got the Wi-Fi to work, but of course, I had just changed my email password and couldn’t log in to my account. I was getting quite frustrated at this point. Thankfully, I knew my husband’s email account information and realized I could check his ‘sent’ folder. Much to my surprise, Greg said that he would meet me at the hotel since he had to work late. This promptly destroyed my vision of my husband waiting to greet me, possibly holding a sign with my name on it like they do in the movies. This was the longest we’d ever been separated so I had envisioned a grand reunion. Instead, I got a short email with the hotel address and a request to buy a SIM card from the airport. How romantic. After hailing my first taxi ever, I made it to the hotel in Herzliya Pitauch. Did I mention that Red Hat put my husband up in this gorgeous hotel along the Mediterranean Sea? No? Well, now you really understand why I was determined to go to Israel with him!
Anyways, once I got to the hotel, I thought for sure my husband would redeem himself and be waiting in the lobby with his arms wide open, ready to help me with my three pieces of luggage. Nope. Didn’t happen. I huffed and puffed my way up to the second floor and down a really long hallway, banging my legs up with the luggage. I finally found our room, and Greg opened the door to find a bedraggled, irate wifey. Once he took me out for a good dinner and a walk along the beautiful seashore, all was forgiven. The next day (a year ago today actually), I was walking around Jerusalem—a place I never imagined I’d get a chance to visit. I can’t explain how surreal it is to see the places you’ve heard about your entire life and realize that they really do exist beyond the pages of the Bible. I never thought in a million years that I would actually stand in the Garden of Gethsemane or touch the rock where they laid Jesus’s body down after he was crucified. I just wish my grandparents were still alive to share with them my experience in the Holy Land because it was their dream to visit Israel.
Well, that’s probably enough about Israel for right now. I will share some more photos of it another time if you guys would like. Right now though, I’m making myself morose looking at all of the pictures I took, wishing that I could hop onto a plane and go back over there right now. If you ever have a chance to go, I highly recommend it!