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by Cher Holt-Fortin One of the members of the Universal House of Justice talked one night and said, "Now you are going to go home and everyone will say, 'How was your pilgrimage?' And you will say (long pause, eyes roll upward, futile hand gestures) Oh, it was beyond words." he then went on to explain lovingly that we shouldn't' do that. We have an obligation to share our pilgrimage with our friends and especially with those who may never be able to come there. So we arrived in Amsterdam to change planes and the concourse for flights to the middle east is full of guys with ouzis. Then we get the grilling in order to get into the waiting area for our flight. It was a bit spooky, since getting out of Atlanta was easy. But I for one, appreciate the security. The flight to Israel was four hours, the flight to Amsterdam was eight, so by the time we arrived we were pretty ragged out. Especially after the aborted take off in Amsterdam. We were de-icing and the pilot left the window open. This did not induce confidence. There were lots of Dutch on the flight from Atlanta and lots of Arabs on the flight to Israel. We met five other Baha'is in the airport and shared a cheroot with them from Tel Aviv to Haifa. Ron and I got off at the Kibbutz hotel and spent the night there. It was the best birthday I have ever spent. The dinner was amazing in its variety and freshness. We crashed and woke up to
the sea and a gloriously sunny day. We ate breakfast--fresh bread, cheeses, yogurt,
sour cream with various flavors in it, olives, cucumbers and tomatoes, jam, fruit, eggs,
cereal, milk, coffee or tea. Then we were off to Haifa. |
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Copyright (c) Cher Holt-Fortin, 1998 |
